<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329</id><updated>2011-08-02T17:09:41.435-05:00</updated><category term='LaKeisha enjoying her first birthday cake'/><category term='A moment in the life of my little homeschoolers'/><title type='text'>Life at the funny farm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5990735694012396071</id><published>2009-07-01T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:47:12.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More summer fun</title><content type='html'>Let's see...I can't remember where I left off....I guess I need to do this more frequently! Last week we went to lunch with my friend, Janette, and her boys. We went shopping and then to Doc Green's (yum), then back to her house for playing and snow cones, (and talking for the moms). It was great to see her again. I can't believe it had been almost 8 years since I last saw her! Andrew was quite cranky until we got over to Janette's. He apparently now hates Old Navy and I was trying to buy him clothes from there, thus being incredibly mean to him. Then, he wanted to go to Wendy's so he hated our choice in restaurants....all of the food there is terrible (according to Andrew) and it was a miserable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we have been swimming a lot. Not as much as we normally do during the summer because Alexa keeps burning. Her face burned so badly that she blistered on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been going to a "Dig It" class (it's about dirt) at a church in a nearby town every Wednesday. I guess I should clarify that and say the girls have been going. Andrew went once, and although he had fun, has chosen to not go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are officially enrolled in a new online school. It is through K12 and is out of Lawrence. So far, we are excited and impressed. They are taking four core subjects - English, Math, Science, History - and one elective. They both chose Latin for their elective. I am excited about them choosing that. I think it will help them in English, in learning other foreign languages, in Bible study, and, in Alexa's case, in medicine (she wants to be a nurse or doctor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Tanganyika with Lynda, Tori, and my parents. It is so much fun. I think, for the kids, the best part was feeding and petting the lemurs. For me, the interaction with all of the animals was great but it was fun to see the kids having fun and hanging with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will be able to upload any photos. The last several times I have tried to upload photos, it has crashed on me. I think most everyone who reads this is on facebook, so check out photos there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5990735694012396071?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5990735694012396071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5990735694012396071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5990735694012396071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5990735694012396071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-summer-fun.html' title='More summer fun'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1775533451771107386</id><published>2009-06-14T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:34:37.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>In my never ending quest to keep the kids busy....which keeps them from fighting (theoretically)...and keeps them from sitting in front of the television...we have gone to the zoo twice, gone to the pool - I don't know how many times, are doing a reading program at the library (and soon Barnes and Noble) and recently started attending a science class at a church in a nearby town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about the kids losing some of what they have learned over the school year. So this year they are doing the science class, reading, and doing math facts. We will be taking a few field trips as well. I am trying to keep it interesting for them and not so school-like. They get "paid" to read, to do math facts, to exercise. This is in play money, which they record in a check register and then deposit it in the "bank". If they watch tv, they have to "pay" money. My thought is that they will learn the beginnings of how to balance a checkbook. The problem is, they haven't spent any of their money to watch television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was their first science class, it was taught by Hayley's mom (and my friend), Sandy. She had them build an edible dirt pile (showing the various dirt levels) and they painted with dirt. This was super cool and I need to take a picture of their paintings. She is a smart one, that Sandy. (side note: I ran into Mr. Craig, who was one of Amber's teachers and he said so many nice things about Amber and how special she was to him. He also said that he has some pictures of her that he pulled out of some of his other photos so they wouldn't get lost. He is going to give me those pictures. I will make copies of them and get them back to him. Amber was in his science club and participated in the science olympics and went on science field trips with him - he is an awesome, awesome teacher and man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had attempted to find a mystery online that the kids could solve using various math skills, etc. I couldn't find anything that I liked so I made up one. I printed a "newspaper" that had an article about a stolen crown from a museum. Also, there was a crossword puzzle that the thieves were using to communicate with each other. I had the kids interview witnesses...which were all played by me because the neighbors weren't home. They had a blast doing that and we were all laughing like crazy. The interviews led them to the suspects car where they located a purse that had been accidentally left behind. In the purse was a sheet of multiplication problems - a code. They continued looking in the car and found the decoder. They had to solve the multiplication problems and then use the decoder to figure out what the message said. That message led them to another message out in the pole barn. That message led them to look in the "newspaper" and figure out the crossword puzzle. That message led them out to the pond - the crown was hidden between the apple tree and the pond. They had so much fun they want me to write more mysteries for them to solve. It was all very 1950s. I had embraced my inner Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden and went with something very simple and nonviolent. Andrew was disappointed that they didn't catch the criminals, but also remarked that it could be they will be attempting more heists. THE PRESSURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had the kids come up with a menu and activity plan for this week. I gave them a budget and they went to the grocery store and wrote down the price of all the food they were wanting to fix. They still need to figure up if they stayed in their budget. They are going to do all the cooking (with supervison and assistance). We are going on a field trip to the Tallgrass Prairie National Preserve and heading out to the lake. We are also, of course, going swimming, to the science class, doing daily reading and daily math games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we are having a good summer. We have other activities planned....Tanganika with my sister-in-law; the Hutch zoo with Kim....and I'm sure we will come up with lots of other fun things to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1775533451771107386?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1775533451771107386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1775533451771107386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1775533451771107386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1775533451771107386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8534524144524154569</id><published>2009-05-29T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:22:54.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still May</title><content type='html'>Unbelieveable...two posts in one month from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out last night that I made it into the nursing program. Now I have to figure out how to pay for it and make enough money to cover my share of expenses. I didn't think I would make it in, as it is very competitive, so I haven't worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we got Andrew and Alexa's end of year testing scores and they both scored high average on almost everything. Alexa math scores were end of 5th grade - she just finished 4th grade - so she's a year ahead on math. Her reading comprehension is average. We are going to be working on that more this summer. Andrew scored very high on everything....even math...which is his downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa needs to take more scuba classes in order to get her skills down and get her closed water certification. Poor thing. The equipment was too big for her and taking the facemask off really freaked her out. We are going to work on that so she can pass. The instructor has promised to take her on a trip to see a plane wreck that still has a skeleton in it when she passes! I am trying to weasel my way on the trip, too. lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo on May 22nd when the tiger exhibit opened. Too cool. Once again SCZ did an awesome job on an exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to try to remember to post pictures after Andrew's birthday on Monday. I can't believe he is going to be 12! And is going to be in 7th grade next year. Where does the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8534524144524154569?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8534524144524154569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8534524144524154569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8534524144524154569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8534524144524154569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-may.html' title='Still May'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3831370247043059379</id><published>2009-05-23T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:32:59.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May....</title><content type='html'>Well, as I'm sure everyone knows by now, I got in a bus wreck on May 4th. It was pretty scary. Fortunately I only had 10 kids on the bus at the time. And, contrary to news reports, I did come to a stop, I didn't run the stop sign. I stopped, looked both ways, twice, and never saw the SUV that I pulled out in front of. Fortunately, he saw me and swerved, I hit him and we skidded into a ditch about 15 feet away. That had to have been from his speed, because I was barely moving. Thank God, no one was seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, that weekend a storm hit Towanda and the focus went on that, instead of me! Again, we were very lucky that no one was hurt. We personally didn't have any damage. Which is frustrating because I have a huge red target painted on the roof. Apparently the storms don't see it! Maybe flourescent green would be better? We had to move some trees out of the road, so two neighbors used their manly chainsaws and went to work. I moved the cut limbs out of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished microbiology and therapeutic nutrition on the 13th. I got an A in both of the classes. My GPA is now 3.78. After Developmental Psychology this summer, it will hopefully move up a little bit higher. I am still waiting to hear whether I got into the nursing program or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and Alexa finished school earlier this week. They will be entering 7th and 4th grade next year, respectively. We are seriously thinking about doing a different eschool program through Lawrence, called K12. It is so fabulous and we are really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa and I are taking scuba lessons this weekend. It was/is scary, to say the least. I never thought I would have anxiety about water. Breathing underwater is freaky. Alexa is having a rough time, but she is very young. The youngest age they will certify kids is 10 and she has only be 10 for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Alexa is in double digits? She is so excited about officially being a "big kid". I am really proud of her for trying scuba. Not many 10 year olds can say that they have scuba dived. Hopefully she can finish her certification. We went to Texas Roadhouse for her birthday and she got her picture taken on their saddle doing a big "yee-haw".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the zoo and saw the new tiger exhibit. SCZ rocked the exhibit. It is great. The two brothers were "fighting" and it was fabulous to watch. They are magnificent creatures. The animals were pretty active considering how hot it was outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get a picture of Alexa in her scuba gear - do NOT expect to see one of me. WOW!! They are seriously not made for people with ANY meat on their bones. Not an attractive sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3831370247043059379?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3831370247043059379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3831370247043059379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3831370247043059379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3831370247043059379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/05/may.html' title='May....'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5053066853359125500</id><published>2009-04-30T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:03:49.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water war pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnLnwBKkJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYea1vvKgqs/s1600-h/more+April+2009+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330515517734817938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnLnwBKkJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYea1vvKgqs/s320/more+April+2009+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnLng-ww2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/2TqjvlyMQOg/s1600-h/more+April+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330515513698206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnLng-ww2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/2TqjvlyMQOg/s320/more+April+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnJQ7q7MlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/d5TUcxFnbmk/s1600-h/more+April+2009+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330512926702514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnJQ7q7MlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/d5TUcxFnbmk/s320/more+April+2009+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew uses a frisbee as a shield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He commented that it wasn't very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnJQBTSA8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ygm9K-qspTM/s1600-h/more+April+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330512911034090434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnJQBTSA8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ygm9K-qspTM/s320/more+April+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5053066853359125500?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5053066853359125500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5053066853359125500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5053066853359125500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5053066853359125500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/water-war-pictures.html' title='Water war pictures'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SfnLnwBKkJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYea1vvKgqs/s72-c/more+April+2009+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3458563910711294</id><published>2009-04-30T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:51:23.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud</title><content type='html'>I hate mud. Truly hate it. If I had a chance for a $100 spa trip to soak in mud - I would refuse it. Don't care where it is, who it is with....count me out. So you can imagine how much I have disliked the weather of late. Seriously, someone needs to figure out how to produce better weather. Maybe a little bit of rain each week - enough to not have to water the garden - and that's it. The rest of the time, it could be in the mid 70's to 80's. Except in the summer where we could push 90. Enough to have it warm enough to swim. I don't think that is going to happen here in doo-dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my house smells like dead fish because Harley, unlike myself, loves the water and the mud. He has been swimming in the pond as well. He stinks. Bad. If I leave him outside, he runs to the pond (or worse, the neighbor's yard), so in he stays. He has learned how to get out of the fenced area that I had him in, so that no longer works. My hope is that he will start calming down soon. How long does the puppy stage last? He's two, so hopefully we are nearing the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On the subject of Harley - Alexa is now down 3 pairs of underwear and at least 5 stuffed animals. There are also countless little toys and game pieces that are gone as well. I blame Alexa because she just can't seem to pick her stuff up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to water: the children had fun last week - prior to the torrential downpour - playing in the water. There was the day that it was near 90 degrees (in April? yikes!), so I told them that if they wanted they could play with the garden hose or their water guns. They chose the hose and made up their own game with it. I must've taken 100 pictures. (literally) One person had the hose and would spray the other person with it until the sprayee was able to get it from the sprayer. They had an absolute blast. I enjoyed watching them just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we went with the 4th graders to a Rock and Mineral show. That was pretty fun, too, even though the place was p-a-c-k-e-d with children. We saw, and could even touch, some pretty cool rocks and fossils. They did a lab test to determine what 8 different rocks were. That was pretty cool. Then we went and played at the park and had a picnic. You just can't beat a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are down to three weeks from today for school to be out. I, personally, have 3 classes left. So the countdown is on! (okay, it's been on...but now it's really close!) The month of May should scream by. We have a field trip to do - going to the movies and bowling; going to the zoo with their school; our schoolwork; lots of tests for me; I have a couple of CERT events - one this weekend and one the 16th; the kids will get their new pool (above ground) this month; I am taking scuba classes the weekend of the 22nd. It will be an insane month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3458563910711294?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3458563910711294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3458563910711294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3458563910711294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3458563910711294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/mud.html' title='Mud'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2856578978848139297</id><published>2009-04-21T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:38:56.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Faire</title><content type='html'>We had fun at the faire....not really my cup of tea, but it was nice to get out of the house and do a family thing. We almost didn't go, which would have been bad because Mike bought the tickets early (they're cheaper that way). Andrew woke up about 5:00 in the morning throwing up. I let him sleep in until he woke up on his own, so that he would hopefully feel better. He did. I think it must have been all the junk he ate at Geek day. Although I enjoyed the peace and quiet, I think since they were over at Joe's and there was no mom supervision, massive amounts of junk was consumed. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grounds were quite sloppy, but we had a good time. Of course, there was huge focus on food. I think one of the first questions was, "when are we going to eat turkey legs?" I will post pictures. Then it was all about shopping. Alexa bought a body tattoo thing (it's reuseable), got her face painted, bought a sash, and some other stuff. Andrew bought Thor's hammer and an archer on a horse to go with his castle figurines. Then it was on to watching the shows. They were very entertaining. Although, I must point out, the sword fighters had nothing on the sword fighting Mike and I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend. I had a great evening with Sandy. We are such creatures of habit. For her birthday we always go to Olive Garden, so that's where we went. I always get the Eggplant Parmigania. Then we go to Cold Stone Creamery. Massive amounts of calories in one night, but I'm sure we burned most of them off laughing and talking. Mike went to a retirement party. He had a good time as well. The kids went to grandpa and grandma's and had fun, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I studied and, like I said earlier, they went to Geek day. Just a relaxing, enjoyable weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2856578978848139297?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2856578978848139297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2856578978848139297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2856578978848139297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2856578978848139297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/renaissance-faire.html' title='Renaissance Faire'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1704683158671334496</id><published>2009-04-15T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:22:37.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long holiday weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a four day weekend....yay for us. I was so lazy. I even slacked on schoolwork. I only took one quiz and that's it! The kids went to their paternal grandparents for the second annual grandparents/grandchildren egg coloring and hunt. This year it was only Andrew and Alexa and their cousin, Broque. But they had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a baby shower on Saturday and then, of course, Sunday was Easter. The kids asked me to ask the Easter bunny to hide the eggs really hard, so I passed the message along. They were hidden so well, that we still can't find one! My personal thought is that Harley got a hold of it during the night. Now, I don't mean to place blame where it might not be due, so I am just suspicious. I heard him crunching something during the night, that sounded like plastic, but I was too tired to get up and look. (I know, right?) So, after school is out, I will do a ceiling to floor cleaning and move furniture and such and look for it then. If I find it, I will issue a public apology to Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my parents' house for lunch. It was nice. My s-i-l, her boyfriend, my niece, nephew, aunt and grandma were there as well (my brother, too, but he lives there, so I didn't add him in). We played a game called Fast Track since it was too yucky to hunt eggs outside. I think this was the first year that we didn't repeatedly hide eggs and take turns finding them. But, the game was fun. Andrew went over to the flea market with Tommy. That was a first for both of us. I haven't ever let him do anything like that before. But I knew Tommy would watch out for him. And, thanks to Tommy for letting Andrew hang out with him, he really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the kids went over to play with their "sister" Hayley. I disappointed them by not leaving. I stayed and chatted with Sandy. I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to her for a long time (darn school). I did leave them there for awhile because I had to go to school (again, darn school). So Mike picked them up on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't uploaded pictures from my camera yet from Easter. And, the kids didn't get to wear their Easter clothes because of the weather. So, I figure when it is nice I will take their picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight microbiology classes left and 28 school/work days. Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend I'm going out to dinner with Sandy, Mike is going to a retirement party, the kids are going to spend the night with grandpa and grandma. Then Mike and the kids are going over to do their monthly geek day with Mike's friends. For the third time ever they aren't doing it at our house. I will have the house to myself all day!! I am going to party! NOT! I have to do that thing that I do................study. Then on Sunday we are going to the Renaissance Festival. It is just going to be a nerd weekend for all of us (other than Friday night). I will hopefully post pictures after the festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1704683158671334496?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1704683158671334496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1704683158671334496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1704683158671334496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1704683158671334496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-holiday-weekend.html' title='Long holiday weekend'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5489918275219220758</id><published>2009-04-07T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:01:59.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp98ucONI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6cmOepuj2iU/s1600-h/March+and+April+2009+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963897662224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp98ucONI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6cmOepuj2iU/s320/March+and+April+2009+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew's "broken" arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp9pZISrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tPPXntw5Yfc/s1600-h/March+and+April+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963892472564402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp9pZISrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tPPXntw5Yfc/s320/March+and+April+2009+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa "thrown out of the plane and laying injured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp9UrDbhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V3muAh845Mg/s1600-h/March+and+April+2009+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963886910598674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp9UrDbhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V3muAh845Mg/s320/March+and+April+2009+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5489918275219220758?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5489918275219220758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5489918275219220758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5489918275219220758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5489918275219220758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/andrews-broken-arm-alexa-thrown-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/Sdtp98ucONI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6cmOepuj2iU/s72-c/March+and+April+2009+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7250939954023219552</id><published>2009-04-07T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:43:36.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in review</title><content type='html'>That's better than a month, right? I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I took my TEAS test for nursing school (the entrance exam). From what I am hearing, I should be in. BUT, they won't say for sure until all the tests have been taken. So it will probably be the middle to end of May before I know for sure. Then I just have to figure out how to pay for it because Mike won't. Hopefully, I can get a job soon in a hospital....then they will pay for it! I guess we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I went to moulage for a CERT exercise (for new members). The kids were "victims" of a "plane crash". I had to bribe Andrew with ice cream to get him to go. That boy does not like to be taken out of his comfort zone. And his comfort zone is the house and he doesn't like leaving it. But, once there, he, and Alexa, had a blast. They loved it. I knew Alexa would be a drama queen, but Andrew went all out. He was so funny. He yelled for help, and kept coming up with new things to say to try to get attention over to them. He really sounded like he was hurt and scared. I knew he could do it. I keep trying to get them both to try out for the children's theater, but they won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids go today and tomorrow for state assessments. They are so excited.......not.  I do not like the days we have to go into eschool. They always have to be there at 1p.m., which means I am hustling to get back home in time to go on the bus at 2:30. I do not like being rushed. Any prayers for them will be appreciated, especially Andrew, as he does not test well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are going out to their paternal grandparents on Friday to color eggs and have an Easter egg hunt with their cousins. They loved it last year. I am assuming we are going over to my parents' for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on.....as of today, 11 more Microbiology classes for me, 31 work days until summer vacation. The kids will probably finish their school in less than the 31 days....provided they work harder than they have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7250939954023219552?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7250939954023219552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7250939954023219552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7250939954023219552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7250939954023219552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-in-review.html' title='Week in review'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1011474204912039693</id><published>2009-03-21T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:50:40.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't even try to cover it all</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy with school, work, kids' school...you know...the normal. Then, I also thought, I didn't have anything to blog about. Life had just been so normal. So to just try to cover the last couple of months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got a new stove and dishwasher. Yay me!! I love them.&lt;br /&gt;*Mike broke his car while coming home from picking up a part to hook up the dishwasher. THANK GOD it happened on the dirt road, just a couple of miles from our house. Had he not have to go to El D to pick up that part, his wheel would have come off while he was driving 80 mph on the highway going to work. This way, no one was hurt, I was able to go up and help him so he could fix it and limp it home.&lt;br /&gt;*I went to a scrapbooking weekend with "my girls"....lots of laughing and I actually got a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;*My friend had a baby and then a week later was rushed to the hospital with what they thought was a brain aneurysm. Again, THANK GOD, it wasn't, but they still don't know why her brain started bleeding, and she is still in the hospital over a week later. I've stayed the night with her a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;*Andrew won 4th place in the science fair at eschool with his trebuchet experiment. YAY Andrew!!&lt;br /&gt;*The kids and I went to the Cosmosphere with Kim. It was fun and we enjoyed ourselves....and came home with 2 dogs. Sophie and Harley. They are a handful, but so adorable. I am totally in love with Sophie, she is a cuddler. (is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;*Mike took off work on Friday and we went, with my parents, to the zoo. It was a little chillier than I thought it was going to be, but it was still nice to get outside and walk around looking at the animals.&lt;br /&gt;*Alexa has lost 2 1/2 pounds...she is really excited about that. She worked pretty hard...she has about 8 more pounds to go.&lt;br /&gt;*Today my grandma died. I am sad for my dad (it was his mother), but also relieved for him. She really aged  him these last couple of years. She was demanding and called him constantly wanting him to do stuff for her. I am hoping he can rest and get back in better health. She was in her 90's (I think) and was in poor health, so her quality of life was poor. The sad thing is, she would never listen to any of us about her salvation. We can only hope that yesterday, while she was laying in bed, unconscious, that she heard Jesus knocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1011474204912039693?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1011474204912039693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1011474204912039693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1011474204912039693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1011474204912039693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wont-even-try-to-cover-it-all.html' title='I won&apos;t even try to cover it all'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6727132216980394564</id><published>2009-01-23T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:57:33.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell school has started up again?</title><content type='html'>This semester it is Microbiology on M/W night and Therapeutic Nutrition online. I am in my first week and have 11 assignments to do, and I've already done quite a few - I think, 6. Three of them are online quizzes (we take our Micro quizzes online rather than in class). Okay. That's all of my whining for now. For NOW. There will be more, but I will try to limit how much I do online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked two weeks ago when Mike asked and asked me to go out with him and his work friends. Then last weekend we went out again. A friend of ours plays in a band so we went to listen to him. They were really good. I only knew about 5 of their songs, but I can recognize talent. Hopefully next time we go listen to them it will be outdoors. This time was in a bar! Can you imagine? Here's how the babysitting phone call went, "uh, yeah, dad? can you watch the kids while Mike and I go to a bar?" Oh my grief! "we're going to listen to our friend, Mike's band"...that's all, really!! Then my son said I was going to a bar to get drunk! Bad example being set here. I said, "son, how many times have you seen me drunk?" "never" "okay, what makes you think I will be going out and getting drunk now?" "I don't know, but that's what people do at bars". True. But not always. The bad thing, other than my bad example, was 30 minutes after we got there I had a splitting headache from the smoke. UGH! We washed our clothes and our sheets on Sunday. Even after taking a shower I still felt like I smelled like smoke. (and I am still having trouble with my sinuses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the band was good. Really good if you like 80's rock. Prior to us going out Saturday night, I went to a crop at a friend's church from 10-4:30 and then went to another friend's jewelry party immediately after that (I was the only one who wasn't one of her church friends) and then Mike and I went out. So, most of Saturday was spent in the company of good, Christian women. I feel somewhat redeemed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to lunch with my friend, Kim. I drove to Hutch this time. Then we went to see what will hopefully be her new, old house. Lot of road trip going on. Lots of fun. I love road trips...even if it's to Western Kansas! Again, time spent in the company of a good, Christian woman. More redemption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will probably be the end of my fun for awhile....although I am sure I will need a sanity break here and there if anyone wants to do something fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the books............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6727132216980394564?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6727132216980394564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6727132216980394564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6727132216980394564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6727132216980394564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-tell-school-has-started-up.html' title='Can you tell school has started up again?'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2600056587094089263</id><published>2009-01-10T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:10:23.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of our Scamp, (aka "little beggar", "Big dog" "Big")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when Mike and I got home from an evening out, we found Scampy dead. Mike took him to the vet today for an autopsy. I cannot believe he came up with this idea and even said, "the cost doesn't matter". He just wants us to know for sure what happened to him. The vet determined that the wound was from another dog bite. This explains everything. We thought he had been shot because of how the wound looked. But after shaving him, she saw other wounds. No wonder we didn't see anything wrong with Scamp when we were home.....our other dog, Maggie, killed him when we were gone. It explains how she was acting last night, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Scamp from a woman named Angie who worked at the hospital and became friends with Amber and I. She heard us talking one day about how we would like to have a little dog and said that she was wanting to find a home for her Shih-Tzu because they were so busy they didn't have time to give him the love he needed. We loved him from the moment we saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was stupid though. Poor inbred little guy. If he wandered too far from home he couldn't find his way back. We lost him twice because of his wanderings. He would follow the big dogs out and about, but they would be able to move faster than his little legs would carry him. Fortunately we were able to find him. One time my boss found him and he went for a ride on the bus, delivering all the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss him very much. He was definitely part of the family. I know dogs don't go to heaven, but there is a part of me that really hopes that Amber has her Scamp to play with and cuddle again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2600056587094089263?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2600056587094089263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2600056587094089263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2600056587094089263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2600056587094089263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory.html' title='In memory'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5892037084853186931</id><published>2009-01-10T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:51:30.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SWj70t7oRsI/AAAAAAAAANI/aYPTJeE7ulA/s1600-h/DSCN00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754645448115906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SWj70t7oRsI/AAAAAAAAANI/aYPTJeE7ulA/s320/DSCN00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber and Alexa when we first got Scamp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SWj70WuvcFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DfmipgNAzQI/s1600-h/February+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754639220043858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SWj70WuvcFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DfmipgNAzQI/s320/February+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scamp in February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SWj70AfOcuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qY6qeegaek0/s1600-h/February+2008+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754633249387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Did it work? If so...shame on you! Gossip is wrong.....although if you have any......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually about clean laundry. I was doing laundry today. Yes, occasionally, I do laundry. And, as I was folding, I was thinking. Laundry is a good time for thinking. Fortunately for me, I don't do much laundry, so not a lot of that pesky thinking goes on. I got to thinking about Mike's socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably like most of you, my socks run away. But not Mike's socks. He always has the same number of socks to correlate with the number of days that it has been since the last wash day. I don't know if it is that I give my socks the wings to fly. If his are more duty-bound. Maybe I didn't love my socks enough, whereas he rotates his socks so each pair is worn equally - that way none feel left out. I'm not scary enough? His socks are too terrified to flee? Whatever the reason, his are always matched with their partner. Always. Same two socks, always worn together, washed together, folded together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? They are forming support groups "Socks Without Partners" "Find Our Other Toe-cover" or FOOT, as they like to call it. It's good for them. They have a chance to air their feelings. Meet others who are going through the same pain. Sometimes, they even hook up....make new "pairs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge their new partnerships? If they are happy, I'm happy. I have nothing against the pairings that they make...even if it is with a sock of another color. Philosophically, I'm all for it. Physically? I can't wear socks that don't match. I wasn't raised that way. I don't think society is ready for it. Maybe my children's children will one day be able to wear socks that don't match and not be mocked, judged, pointed at, or laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts that run barefoot through my brain while I am doing laundry. Reason number 436 not do do laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7471945352991910166?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7471945352991910166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7471945352991910166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7471945352991910166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7471945352991910166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1012387020920337903</id><published>2009-01-09T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:44:13.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're what???</title><content type='html'>While I was making breakfast on Wednesday, the kids and I were having a most delightful conversation. Andrew makes an offhand, smart-aleck remark and the following conversation occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: So, what are you, adopted? (said to me, in a joking way)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Really? (after picking their jaws up off of the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: Why didn't you ever tell us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The subject never came up. I don't really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: This would have been nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: Yeah, you should've told us.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, I just didn't think about it. (and grief, they're just 9 and 11)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: Well.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: So who are your real parents?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grandpa and Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: They're not your real parents.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: They didn't squeeze you out. You have to squeeze a baby out to be real parents. (obviously, we need to talk about technical terms)&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: No you don't, Alexa. That isn't what makes you real parents. It's taking care of your children and loving them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That is exactly right Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as conversations do, it turned to something else. If I remember correctly, it was something like....is breakfast ready yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1012387020920337903?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1012387020920337903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1012387020920337903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1012387020920337903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1012387020920337903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-what.html' title='You&apos;re what???'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2720406302311734806</id><published>2009-01-07T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:23:26.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>* there are 318,979,564,000 possible moves a chess player can make during their first four moves? (Andrew informed me of this fact today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it is absolutely ridiculous to try to make 4 batches of muffins when your oven doesn't retain heat? (as I am trying to bake the 6th tin of muffins and have about 2 more to go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* kids will make liars of you every time you brag about them. (as my kids goofed around all day today when they were supposed to be doing their math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cats are so much easier to deal with than dogs. (my dogs are keeping me up all night with their in and out, repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I would much rather laugh at all the things that go wrong than to get down about it and be cranky. (around here, I would be cranky all of the time!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2720406302311734806?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2720406302311734806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2720406302311734806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2720406302311734806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2720406302311734806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2076769320764272841</id><published>2009-01-05T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:45:02.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Looking back over 2008, one question comes to mind. Did I learn anything? I think, unequivocally, the answer is yes. Maybe not anything I necessarily wanted to learn, but I learned it, nonetheless. In all of that book learnin' I learned that if you work hard, pray hard you can achieve just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that occasionally God does answer my prayers. I really thought that the answer was always going to be "no". Seriously, if you were me you would believe that, too. I finally got a "yes" this year. That came in the form of my testing. I prayed, prayed, prayed before those tests, and I did well. I know some of that was from lots of studying, but I also know that a some of it was grace of God. Especially my Nationals test. I prayed for brain peace - that I wouldn't overthink, overanalyze, that even on the questions I didn't automatically know the answers to, that I would just let my knowledge and intuition handle it without freaking. And it worked. I was nervous with the practical, but I was able to do it without fumbling over myself or my words. I knew what I was doing and was able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that if I demand more from my children, they will rise to meet my expectations. This I knew, but I put it into practice and saw results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we are all capable of more than we think we are. That whole 'God doesn't call the abled, He enables the called'....or whatever the actual quote is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we can come back from dark places where there wasn't any light. Even though sometimes we get pulled back, we don't go so far that we can't see any light. Andrew has really made a lot of progress and is no longer where he was....where he was unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that if I have faith and remember God's words and promise even when I don't feel like He's listening to me that everything will turn out the way God wants. Sometimes that's hard for those of us who are impatient, stubborn, a tiny bit rebellious....So here I am in the middle of my captivity and leaning on the promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer 29:10-14 (NIV) This is what the Lord says: "When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the Lord, "and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the Lord, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2076769320764272841?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2076769320764272841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2076769320764272841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2076769320764272841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2076769320764272841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2368019991219971483</id><published>2009-01-02T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:15:27.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, January</title><content type='html'>I think if you blog it is required that you do some sort of farewell to the old....ring in the new...isn't it? So, before the blog police come a-knockin' on my door...here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am glad that it is January. Whatever year, I just like January. I would like it more if it weren't cold, but there you have it. January is mine and Mike's mantra. "ah, in January" we'll say, "things will be....slower, better, easier, etc. in January". We have been saying this since August of 1996. At the time, we genuinely believed it. We had started dating in April, got engaged in May, married in September. That's a lot of activity in a short period of time. So, we honestly thought in January life would slow down. I no longer believe it....but without hope what do we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was perhaps one of the most hectic, insane years we have had in awhile. I am hoping that 2009 will be slower, that we can enjoy the time with the children, and just enjoy life in general. I hate feeling like I am treading water, barely keeping my head above water. That is why I always like January...it is a fresh start. A chance to forget how life was in the previous year and begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done resolutions in years. I won't this year. I am just constantly trying to do better, not decide in January that I am going to do this, not do that. Hopefully, though, I can be better at the things I need to be better at....a better mom, a better friend, a better Christian....and not do the things I shouldn't be doing....which usually involves cookies or chocolate! Resolutions typically happen only in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us.....the next day, the next week.....is always January....a hope that whatever is bad, will be better in January. The real January and the real new year? It's like clean sheets, a clean sink, spring, right smack-dab in the middle of winter....it's fresh, it's new. A new calendar. Is there anything better than a new calendar? That few minutes when there is nothing on it? It quickly fills up with all the things we have to do. But for a moment or two, our time is our own. So goodbye, filled-up 2008. Hello, January and 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2368019991219971483?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2368019991219971483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2368019991219971483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2368019991219971483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2368019991219971483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-january.html' title='Hello, January'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4580543417861128530</id><published>2008-12-30T22:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:08:18.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The week(s) in review</title><content type='html'>First off, as I type this I am listening to the most delightful sound of "my" girls laughing. I love the sound of little girls giggling...although I am partial to Andrew giggles as well. It just makes your heart swell to hear that carefree laughter that only children seem to have. That complete abandon. Alexa and Hayley are giggling away...even though they are supposed to be going to sleep. But, what are sleepovers for? Definitely not for sleeping. So, for now, I will let them giggle. We don't have to be anywhere in the morning and they are on Christmas break. And I want them to have as many good memories as they can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that they will always remain sister close. They have known each other their entire lives...Hayley was just 2 months old when they met, Alexa was 8 months old. I am going to do everything I can to help them remain close. I want to watch them grow up together....after all, Hayley is my other daughter. They are, as Alexa called them earlier, the "cute twins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas went well. The kids went to my in-laws Christmas Eve day to play with their cousins and make cookies for Santa. They had a lot of fun. Then my mother-in-law broke a few laws as she transported all the kids in her car that wasn't quite big enough for all of them....ahem....but all ended well and they got here safely. And, as my very own Christmas miracle, Mike took me out to lunch while the kids were gone. It was even his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas, after opening gifts at home, we went over to my parents for lunch. It was all very nice. My sister-in-law, niece, and nephew didn't show up, but both of my grandmas were there, as was my aunt, another aunt for a short time, brother, and us. It was small, but pleasant. The kids did pretty well for themselves, present wise. We weren't supposed to buy for adults, but my dad ignored that rule. I did buy my brother a pooping reindeer, but that was just for fun. I will post pictures later, if I remember....of the kids, not the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came home, we played the Wii....for way too long. Mike and I were a bit sore the next morning from all of the tennis. All in all...a very nice Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my Nationals test. It was hard. I can't even stress how extremely difficult it was. I walked out wanting to cry. But, being me, I don't cry in public. I told Mike if it weren't for the fact that I had to go get Alexa from the sitter and meet Sandy to get Hayley, I would have been bawling. I didn't know but maybe 5 answers. I don't know where they got those questions from, but I had certainly never seen that information before...and I am a study geek. My friend that I have been taking class with doesn't call me Anal Annie for nothing. (although I think it is a trifle rude....lol....she has just shortened it to Annie) I took all the practice tests...a couple of times....and these questions weren't in the "it's like having the test in advance" book. We never covered it in class. And it wasn't just me, my friend said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. At 2p.m. I got an email stating that my test results had been posted. Hesitantly I went to the website....and....another Christmas miracle....I passed. I am now a state and nationally certified EMT-B. Now, I just have to find a job. Hopefully the application I mailed today to Galichia will land me a job. I would really like to work there. I have one friend already employed there and another about to be. Plus, if I can get a job there as an Emergency Care Technician, I am hoping they will pay for my nursing school. Prayers are appreciated! I will probably apply at the Valley of Death (Susan B. Anthony in El D) too. I don't know if they hire EMT's, but I know they pay for school, so it is worth a shot. Probably I shouldn't address the envelope to "Valley of Death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all quiet now, here at the Ponderosa. I am going to read for a bit. I am reading a book by this wonderful author I just happen to know.....Where The Heart Leads by Kim Vogel Sawyer. It is a sequel to Waiting For Summer's Return. Very good books....and I'm not just saying that cuz Kim's my "big sister". If you haven't picked up one of her books, why not? Her new one is even available at Wal-Mart....which surprised me to no end when I walked in and there it was right in front of the door! I'm just a simple country girl, to me, that's like hitting the Best Seller's list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4580543417861128530?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4580543417861128530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4580543417861128530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4580543417861128530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4580543417861128530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/weeks-in-review.html' title='The week(s) in review'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7301947938555983311</id><published>2008-12-21T18:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:38:22.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Heaven</title><content type='html'>I found this the year Amber died, and came across it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the countless Christmas trees&lt;br /&gt;around the world below.&lt;br /&gt;With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars,&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight is so spectacular,&lt;br /&gt;please wipe away a tear.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm spending Christmas&lt;br /&gt;with Jesus Christ this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the many Christmas songs,&lt;br /&gt;that people hold so dear.&lt;br /&gt;But the sounds of music can't compare&lt;br /&gt;with the Christmas choir up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have no words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the joy their voices bring.&lt;br /&gt;For it is beyond description&lt;br /&gt;to hear an angel sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you miss me,&lt;br /&gt;for I feel your breaking heart.&lt;br /&gt;But through our memories so dear,&lt;br /&gt;we're never far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you of the splendor&lt;br /&gt;or the peace here in this place.&lt;br /&gt;Can you just imagine Christmas&lt;br /&gt;with our Savior face to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask Him to light your spirit&lt;br /&gt;as I tell Him of your love.&lt;br /&gt;So then, pray for one another&lt;br /&gt;as you lift your eyes above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please let your hearts be joyful&lt;br /&gt;and let your spirits sing.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm spending Christmas in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;and I'm walking with the King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7301947938555983311?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7301947938555983311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7301947938555983311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7301947938555983311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7301947938555983311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-heaven.html' title='Christmas in Heaven'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-620407613289946968</id><published>2008-12-21T09:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:36:06.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Boards</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little note....I passed State boards!! Now I just have National. I am hoping to do that before the end of the year. I was nervous, but I knew that I knew my stuff, I studied, memorized and prayed like crazy. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be, although by the time we actually started testing (I got there at 7:15 and we didn't start until after 9), the butterflies in my stomach had started mutating. But the examiner was super nice and helpful. My instructor - not so much. He said Thursday night that he thought my friend and I would bomb the test - he said this in front of the whole class! And then Saturday after I told him that contrary to his belief, my friend and I both passed the test, he said, "I was betting against you." Can you believe that? I still get angry thinking about it. But, it is over and I passed and that is all that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-620407613289946968?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/620407613289946968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=620407613289946968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/620407613289946968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/620407613289946968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/state-boards.html' title='State Boards'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4325977956290990972</id><published>2008-12-16T11:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:11:22.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, the bus, and more.....</title><content type='html'>First of all, no, I didn't wreck or get stuck - sorry to disappoint. BUT, I went out this morning and my bus had a radiator leak - there was antifreeze all over the snow under the bus. This was at 6:20...so I had to hurry and call Becky, the bus barn boss, and ask if there was a bus available. They started one for me and I was able to drive my bus up there - it had enough fluid to get that far. But, the bus they started for me is one I absolutely hate. The seat is too tall, I can't reach the pedals (you have to unscrew stuff to move the seat) and can't see out of the mirrors. You use mirrors ALOT when you drive a bus. But worse than all of that, it doesn't have heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing okay, my wipers were keeping the stuff that was blown on my windshield off, until it started drizzling and then snowing. By the time I was about halfway through my route, I could no longer see out of my window. And the side windows had iced over on the inside. I called the mechanic and he met me at the high school and sprayed de-icer on the windshield (and the driver window on the inside). We couldn't scrape the windshield because the driver side wiper wouldn't shut off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was enough, though, to get me to the middle school and then I inched my way back to town and to the bus barn. I parked that piece of junk bus and my boss was able to get the wiper to stop by taking the knob off and messing with the metal thing under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took yet another bus home - but first I had to scrap the ice off of the steps because you know I would have fallen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really do not like winter. Turns out, Ericca is staying in Texas....up until this weekend, we thought she was moving back, so....it's back to talking Mike into moving to the Corpus Christi area! It was like 77 degrees there the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note - I am reading Just Beyond the Clouds by Karen Kingsbury....it is #2 in a series that will make you cry, smile, then cry some more. The first one made me cry like a baby....one of the main characters had cystic fibrosis (you don't see that a lot in books). I started last night, am on Chapter 6 and have had either tears pooled in my eyes or flat out running down my face a good portion of the time. I am going to try to finish it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been sick since Friday night....I stopped throwing up before the morning on Saturday, but didn't feel well enough to go to the movies with Mike and the kids (they saw Bolt, in 3D), and slept almost all day Saturday and Sunday. I still haven't eaten because even a little bit of soup made my stomach cramp really bad...I have just consumed more sprite than I think I have in the last 10 years put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and the kids say that Bolt is a great movie if you need a movie suggestion. Saturday, while I was sick, they saw that, then Mike's geek friends came over to play. Alexa and I hung out in her room...she strung candy necklaces and watched movies, I slept and watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to fix lunch for the young'uns now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4325977956290990972?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4325977956290990972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4325977956290990972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4325977956290990972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4325977956290990972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-bus-and-more.html' title='Snow, the bus, and more.....'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8597091935550434826</id><published>2008-12-11T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:32:23.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT CLASS</title><content type='html'>IT'S OVER!!! Well-l-l-l.....except for 2 more classes to work on our practicals for state boards....and then the actual boards on the 20th and then the National test whenever I schedule it (hopefully soon). I did okay on the final....98%! My friend got 100%, but then I got the overall highest grade in the class. My instructor had said at the beginning of the year that he didn't want any EMT's to work on him that got a C in the class. A boy brought that up today and he said that he didn't want ANYONE in the class to work on him except for ME!! Yay ME! I am so psyched! As is evident by all the exclamation marks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that this class is over, it has really been tough and has required a lot of time being spent studying...ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8597091935550434826?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8597091935550434826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8597091935550434826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8597091935550434826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8597091935550434826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/emt-class.html' title='EMT CLASS'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3526805394105429515</id><published>2008-12-11T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:31:25.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickies....</title><content type='html'>The kids are at e-school this afternoon, they are having a Polar Express party. I am at home studying for my final. If you read this before 5:30 p.m. Thursday, say a quick prayer for me to not get test anxiety and freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa got stung by a wasp on Sunday morning, and this was the first time she has ever had problems. The child gets stung a lot, so I am a trifle concerned that she might be developing a sensitivity to their poison. Her leg was still a bit swollen today, but not as bad as it was. On Monday and Tuesday she had an area about as big as the palm of my hand that was so swollen you couldn't even indent it. By yesterday it was still swollen but was going down and was squishier (yes that is a medical term...haha). I have had her on Benadryl, ibuprofen and ice packs since it happened. And, given my new training, was occasionally testing her circulation and motor function and sensitivity to touch below the area. Everything still worked fine so I didn't take her to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the movies on Saturday - I think we are going to see Madagascar 2. And then Mike's nerdy friends are coming over. I told him I needed to study for my state boards this weekend and if those boys come over they are going to be patients....we'll see how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know how I did on the test because I am sure everyone is going to be chomping at the bit to find out........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3526805394105429515?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3526805394105429515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3526805394105429515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3526805394105429515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3526805394105429515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickies.html' title='Quickies....'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1023863858625747368</id><published>2008-12-04T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:14:59.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes it worth it.....</title><content type='html'>This week my children have slacked so much on the schoolwork. We are at about day 2 or 3 when we usually finish schoolwork on Thursday...we will probably still be doing work on Saturday at this rate. I desperately needed a reason why I do it....why I sound like a fishmonger's wife harping at them constantly. They have been driving me crazy. So I have to find that silver lining. Fortunately.....they also never cease to amuse me (maybe the times when they are driving me crazy, I'm not so amused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from conversations from this week:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: I don't really believe in the Easter bunny, but I pretty much believe in Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: We will know this year if there is a Santa or not, mom and dad don't have any money, so if we get presents, we'll know Santa brought them. (awww)&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: So, Alexa, if dinosaurs were alive today, which would be your favorite to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: T-Rex&lt;br /&gt;(massive conversation after this revolving around DNA, cloning, the feasibility of bringing dinosaurs back, what our bodies will be like in heaven.............)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have hated to miss these conversations and the amazement at the way their brains work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1023863858625747368?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1023863858625747368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1023863858625747368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1023863858625747368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1023863858625747368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-makes-it-worth-it.html' title='What makes it worth it.....'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3486170608653228336</id><published>2008-12-02T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:17:28.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big sigh of relief!</title><content type='html'>Okay...It's almost over...I am breathing a sigh of relief right now. We took our Module III exam tonight and I got a 91%....I am so psyched. I walked out of the classroom praying for a C....seriously, it was that hard. There were quite a few people who didn't pass it. The final exam is supposed to be made up of questions from Modules I, II, III....so, I am not even stressing over the final since I have gotten an A on all of the tests. Once it is over, though, I will be stressing about the State practical exam....and being judged on my skills. Unfortunately I just found out I can't take the National Exam until after I have taken the state. Which means I will be studying over Christmas break. Dang. I was wanting to shut my brain off for a couple of weeks. Oh well. I probably wouldn't have gotten it restarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another bright note....I have had the best evening....as I was going to class I drove past my neighbor and stopped and talked to him. He brought me over a big round bale of hay right then for $25!!! Score. The bad thing is I was just making arrangements with my s-i-l's boyfriend to go pick up hay from where he works. Sorry, Justin....I had to go with cheap and delivered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the great thing about living in the country (other than being able to see all the stars)...I handed Bob cash and had absolutely no worries that he wouldn't deliver the hay. He went right over to my house with a BRB - probably before I got to class. I love that. I might live on an Indian Burial Ground and might constantly be hounded by their spirits....but I can trust the farmers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3486170608653228336?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3486170608653228336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3486170608653228336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3486170608653228336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3486170608653228336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-sigh-of-relief.html' title='Big sigh of relief!'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2459947641094757991</id><published>2008-12-01T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:32:46.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on you Carleton University</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;First...it always saddens me that no one knows anything about CF unless they are personally affected by it. Second....this is beyond ignorance of the disease itself. To say that they aren't going to give any charitable donations to CF because it is a "white man's disease" is shameful. Why is it that white people are always getting the shaft? I have never been racist...have no plans of being racist...but yet it is okay for everyone to be racist against me because I am white. I am willing to bet that very few people have heard of this story, yet if they would have made the comment, "We aren't going to give to sickle cell charities because it is a black man's disease" there would have been 9 kinds of h*** to pay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just another example of how CF isn't one of the popular diseases that celebs and companies bend over backward to help.....CFF needs help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.ca.doubleclick.net/click;h=v8/378a/0/0/%2a/o;26908607;0-0;0;3265513;1418-330/60;21009680/21027573/1;u=%7Csite-wwwtheglobeandmailcom%7Czone-nationalhub%7Cmode-bn%7Cmode2-wcystic26%7Cloc-lower%7Cadpg-home%7Carena-national%7Carena-front%7Carena-campus%7Cops-%7Cnc-%7Ckw-%7Cpos-lug%7Csz-330x60%7Ctile-2%7C;~sscs=%3fhttp://www.globeauto.com" target="_top" _counted="undefined"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carleton students may review charity decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20081125.wcystic26/BNStory/National/home" _counted="undefined"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSH WINGROVE&lt;br /&gt;Globe and Mail Update&lt;br /&gt;November 26, 2008 at 10:46 AM EST&lt;br /&gt;The Carleton University Students Association was left backpedalling Tuesday and Wedneedsay after voting to call off its Shinerama fundraiser for the Canadian Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, while implying in a formal motion that the charity and the disease weren't sufficiently “inclusive.”&lt;br /&gt;In a meeting Monday night, CUSA members voted 17-2 to approve a motion to look at donating the frosh week fundraising money to other charities because &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“cystic fibrosis has been recently revealed to only affect white people, and primarily men” &lt;/span&gt;and “all orientees and volunteers should feel like their fundraising efforts will serve their diverse communities.”&lt;br /&gt;That left the Canadian Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, which receives about $1-million a year from more than 60 postsecondary Shinerama fundraisers nationwide, scrambling to correct the information in a story that exploded across the country.&lt;br /&gt;CUSA president Brittany Smyth sought to douse the flames of the controversy Tuesday night. Citing the motion's final line, she said the debate was over whether to consider directing money raised to various charities, not about whom CF affects.&lt;br /&gt;But that final line concludes the union will “work to select a new broad-reaching charity for orientation week,” appearing to imply that the CCFF doesn't meet such a requirement, and failing to mention rotating charities. Ms. Smyth nevertheless insisted that CUSA has not closed the door on the CCFF.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Smyth said on Wednesday that the matter will be re-examined at its next meeting. She told Ottawa's CFRA radio that the intent of the vote was simply to look at whether to shift the association's fundraising efforts to other charities.&lt;br /&gt;CF foundation CEO Cathleen Morrison said Tuesday that “I couldn't understand what could be behind this. Like, have we got the story [about Carleton's motion] right? Obviously, the information is incorrect.”&lt;br /&gt;CF is a fatal genetic disease that affects males and females equally, because children whose parents both have the gene that causes the disease have a one-in-four chance of getting it, regardless of their sex.&lt;br /&gt;While it affects Caucasians – a scientific term the foundation says doesn't mean whites, but rather all people of European, North African, Middle Eastern and South Asian descent – more than black or East Asian populations, the latter groups aren't immune, Ms. Morrison said.&lt;br /&gt;Janet Mitchell, a black woman whose daughter has CF, said she wasn't aware that it was present in her community in Nova Scotia before her daughter was born. She and her husband, who is white, both carry the gene.&lt;br /&gt;“People need to know, whether they like it or not, it's not just a white person's disease,” said Ms. Mitchell, 44. “For anyone to say that cystic fibrosis is just a white man's disease, they're just not doing their research,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“It's actually a fair amount of confusion surrounding it. Most of the discussion around the motion was actually interest in switching charities, and not just going for one charity,” Ms. Smyth said. “Most of the people wanted to switch charities from year to year, just the idea of mixing it up.”&lt;br /&gt;The motion was written by student Donnie Northrup, an orientation volunteer. Ms. Smyth said the association's rules prohibit them from changing motions in the middle of a meeting, so his draft could only be voted on as-is. Mr. Northrup said the motion was an effort to expand the benefit of fundraising.&lt;br /&gt;“This is not saying that cystic isn't a ‘good enough cause,' but acknowledging that others exist and we can be more representative of the desires of students if we rotate our charities,” Mr. Northrup said in an e-mail to The Globe and Mail. “In this system, there is also the possibility to return to Shinerama after a few cycles. I genuinely do not understand all the attention this has garnered.”&lt;br /&gt;Two people voted against his motion, including third-year student Nick Bergamini.&lt;br /&gt;“They're trying to score cheap points by playing politics with a disease,” Mr. Bergamini said Tuesday night. “What's important to note that this does not represent what Carleton students are about. If it's going to be a black mark on anybody, it should be the student union.”&lt;br /&gt;This year's Shinerama, which is over and the proceeds of which the CCFF still expects to receive, raised about $20,000.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Morrison said she hopes Carleton will continue its own Shinerama in years to come. She believes support for CF, which affects young people and for which the median life expectancy is about age 37, is broad-reaching among students.&lt;br /&gt;“Our doors are always open to anybody who'd like to help. Hopefully, we can overcome the current circumstances, and come out ahead,” Ms. Morrison said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2459947641094757991?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2459947641094757991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2459947641094757991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2459947641094757991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2459947641094757991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/shame-on-you-carleton-university.html' title='Shame on you Carleton University'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7023047887340807997</id><published>2008-12-01T19:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:10:48.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>I am all about tradition. Love them. I continued going to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving long after I realized how detrimental to my self-esteem it was...just because it was tradition. After Amber died, I decided I didn't have to listen to the rude comments, put downs and derogatory comments about other family members any longer. Several of my extended family members attempt to disguise insults as jokes; however, they are thinly veiled. I usually left there feeling terrible about myself. One, because of the comments directed to me, and two, because of participating in the whole sham. It's sad really because you would find yourself making comments just to try to detract the barbs away from yourself. The whole thing was awful. But, it was tradition. It really is sad that family has to behave that way toward each other.&lt;br /&gt;This year changed my view of the last five years. We went to my parents' house along with my s-i-l, her boyfriend, my niece and nephew; my aunt and uncle, cousin, and her kids. There were a few comments made here and there, but they were in fun.....completely joking. Even though my brother made reference to some hocky puck biscuits I made 22 years ago! It was 22 years ago...let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is until my brother from Ohio showed up. We were hoping to have left before he got there, but he arrived sooner than expected. He was so rude to my nephew. And basically treated the rest of us like we were something he needed to scrape off his shoe....with total disdain. He has this "thing" about people having babies out of wedlock...apparently everyone who ever had a baby without a marriage license is going to burn forever in hell. And he has said this...the day my brother died to be exact. So, now, there is a chance Tommy might be a dad...so he bore the brunt of the holier-than-thou comments. It makes me so very angry. It was okay for he and his wife to have sex before they got married, because they didn't wind up pregnant. If you have sex and get pregnant - that's a sin. Whatever. Fortunately he doesn't come home very often. And even when he does, he mostly spends time with his in-laws, so we aren't subjected to his pious views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the dinner we enjoyed prior to his holiness's arrival will be the start of a new tradition...one where we all get along and enjoy each other's company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7023047887340807997?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7023047887340807997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7023047887340807997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7023047887340807997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7023047887340807997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5955002946501308596</id><published>2008-11-22T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:33:58.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.....</title><content type='html'>I was informed today that it had been awhile since I posted and then my blog clarified that - it has been three weeks!!! I had no idea so much time has gone by. I could go on and on about what all has been going on out here on the Indian Burial Ground, but I think I will sum it up by telling you about yesterday (Friday, November 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready for the afternoon route, Alexa came to the stairs and hollered at me. I asked what she needed,&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: The cat is peeing in that car that is in my closet (a Barbie car that belonged to Amber).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you stop her?&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: No, she is doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Go get her out of the car, don't let he continue to do that. Then get the car, take it outside and clean up all the spills.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me (later): Why didn't you just grab her out of the car instead of letting her do that?&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: I didn't know I was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the bus, my boss had to ride with me because of the way that the middle school boys were behaving. As we got back to the primary school to load up the regular route kids, she came back to my bus again and 2 of my big problem children started mouthing off to her. Big time. She was so mad she was going back to her office to write one of them up. She got off the bus and they started cussing at each other. She got back on and pulled both of them off and hauled them into the principle's office. Every kid on my bus, even those who had been laughing at these boys earlier, stopped talking and stared. There was more than one dropped jaw. It was wonderful. But all this drama had us leaving the school about 10 minutes late. So as we are driving to the first stop - haven't even left town yet - one of the boys informs everyone within earshot that he has just wet his pants! Then as various girls are being their normal drama queen selves, and gagging, I am informed that a girl in the back (totally unrelated incident) is about to throw up. Two kids ran up and grabbed a convenience bag. This girl filled up 2 bags! A very sweet boy, who was helping her by holding the bag, dropped it and vomit went everywhere. Then almost every kid in the back half of the bus started making rude comments embarrassing this poor girl further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then when I get home - very late - I rush to head out to dinner with April (one of Amber's BFFs), her friend Tina, and my friend Brenda, I tell Mike: When I get home I have to tell you about the drama on my bus today.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Do I care?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, probably not&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Am I in any way connected to these kids?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, but you are connected to me!!! And then in a most mature fashion, I stomp up the stairs and slam the door when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He irritates me so much sometimes. He is so much like his parents in that he doesn't care about anyone but himself or the things that affect him - personally. And the things that affect his family, aren't things that affect him. So I went from having this day that was somewhat amusing, somewhat frustrating, to being extremely angry with my husband. He had been doing so much better...I should have known. That is when I always get sucked in and then he yanks the rug out from under me. Plus the other day he called Andrew weak. After a week, Andrew is still upset about it. Big time ARRGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is life in a nutshell right there. Today I spent 12 hours on an ambulance for my last clinical. I think I am going to do a couple of ride alongs after I finish my testing, just for the experience. From today until December 20th, it is going to be nose to book for me. I will be so happy for Christmas break. Next semester I am only taking Microbiology and Therapeutic Nutrition, so even though I will hate every minute of it and whine constantly about Micro.....it shouldn't be such a big load.....................hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I read Twilight last Friday....I don't see the big appeal. If I am going to read a vampire book, I much more prefer Charlaine Harris. Her books are very witty (even though they have some naughty parts). I much more prefered Kansas Weddings, which I also read last weekend. (I was having a bit of trouble sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janette....you can't yell at me until after the 20th for not posting.....hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5955002946501308596?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5955002946501308596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5955002946501308596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5955002946501308596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5955002946501308596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.....'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8893163553938284562</id><published>2008-10-31T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:03:18.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids went trick or treating for the first time ever tonight. They were so excited...especially Alexa. The plan had been to go by Grandpa and Grandma's and then go to the 'Trunk or Treat' at the Methodist church in town. Well, we did that, but then we went over to a friend's house and ended up walking their whole neighborhood (they live in the "new" housing addition in town). That was the place to be....we ran into a lot of friends....and the kids got a huge haul of candy. Alexa ended up with 2 Wal-Mart sacks full of candy, soda, and other snacks. Mike and Andrew tuckered out, so Dana and I took our girls to the fire station and a few streets in town. They went through 2 "haunted garages". I think I have started something that I am going to have a hard time getting out of next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alexa had the best time. She was running around from house to house pumped up on the excitement of the whole deal. She was very polite throughout, though, so I was okay with they craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQvEhofMvWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TyhcYarAm7g/s1600-h/October+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263516671595560290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQvEhofMvWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TyhcYarAm7g/s320/October+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Trick or Treat, Grandpa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263516094900695074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQvEAEIbcCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i-xneB8I9R8/s320/October+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Uncle Shaun takes the kids round to the neighbors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQvD67YC6WI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZfHxvaPRmBM/s1600-h/October+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8893163553938284562?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8893163553938284562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8893163553938284562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8893163553938284562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8893163553938284562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treating.html' title='Trick or Treating'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQvEhofMvWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TyhcYarAm7g/s72-c/October+2008+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6353685196494984041</id><published>2008-10-31T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:20:02.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT test</title><content type='html'>Allow me to brag for a moment, if you will. Not that you have much of a choice, other than not reading this, but if you are still following along............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last night was our Module II exam....and I got a 94%!!! I am so relieved and so happy. I think it was a tough module and I am glad it is over. I also think I now have the highest GPA in the class. My friend got a 91% - she did have the highest GPA - beating me by .1 (that is .1, not 1, note the ".") but since I did better on this test, I might have pulled ahead. (not that we are competitive or anything...lol) I am just happy that I did well on the test. Granted it is a bit lower percentage than my last test, but I am just happy for the A. I know a lot of people don't make it past this module because it is kind of hard. If you don't get a C on the test, you get another shot at the test and if you don't get a 70% you are outta there. This next module should be fairly easy (she says confidently) since it is about medical emergencies and I know my medical stuff better than trauma. Medical - lots of practice; Trauma - not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6353685196494984041?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6353685196494984041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6353685196494984041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6353685196494984041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6353685196494984041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/emt-test.html' title='EMT test'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1576276969040924129</id><published>2008-10-29T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:20:16.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I want to be when I grow up?</title><content type='html'>I am still asking this question! I thought I had made a decision last year and now I am questioning if that is what I am supposed to be doing. Seriously, I need a sign, God. And then I need a sign to tell me that was the sign! I have been talking to the kids, and a couple of adults, about following their passion for what they want to do with their lives. I'm not sure if medicine is my passion. It has come fairly easily to me - other than this ever-so-frustrating EMT class. And it has come easily, but I'm not sure I'm diggin' it. Ya know? It could be that I am just that smart that I can do the work. I'm just not smart enough to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have followed that whole "marry the first time for love, the second time for money" theory. LOL - I didn't do it right either time! Had I married for money the second time I could do anything I wanted and not have to worry about what will bring in the cash! I would probably just stay home with the kids and be a mama.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perplexed. It simply isn't right that these decisions come so easily to some and the rest of us just can't figure it out. Such is life I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a pretty good analogy today - at least I think it's good - lol. Let me set the scene. I am supposed to be driving a pretty new bus; however, it continually breaks down so I have only driven it a total of 2 weeks this school year - that's accumulative, not straight time. So today, as I was washing one of the sub busses that I am returning (so I can drive another sub bus) it occured to me that sometimes in life we have to drive a sub bus for awhile because the one we really want to drive isn't quite ready for us. Eventually it will be, and when it is, we will be more appreciative of it. In the meantime, we are getting to experience a different ride with a different view. Pretty good, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1576276969040924129?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1576276969040924129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1576276969040924129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1576276969040924129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1576276969040924129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html' title='What do I want to be when I grow up?'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4456735637278644969</id><published>2008-10-23T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:36:03.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZE3DW_qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j9J_RzrkUCQ/s1600-h/October+2008+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260372673545305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZE3DW_qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j9J_RzrkUCQ/s320/October+2008+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew putting a choke hold on Alexa using the force&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZEXqFB9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FRD0R-wFkd4/s1600-h/October+2008+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260372665117771730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZEXqFB9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FRD0R-wFkd4/s320/October+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Queen Amidalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZEIcceKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZeSh5WiWYkM/s1600-h/October+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260372661034055842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZEIcceKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZeSh5WiWYkM/s320/October+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Jedi, Sith, future Darth Maul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The same day that I had lunch with Kim, we went to a Star Wars themed party for Mike's friend, Joe. I had fun because my "peeps" were there...as Mike calls them. Alexa had fun because she is a social butterfly. Andrew...not so much. There were zero boys in attendance, other than my poor son. I know, right? And since he "doesn't like girls" (at least to play with), he refused to play with the girls who were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew went as some guy that was a Jedi, became a Sith and then became Darth Maul. I don't remember the guy's actual name, but I am sure no one but Andrew cares anyway (bad mom). Alexa went as Queen Amidalah in her rogue fighting costume, not the elaborate "queen" costume. They looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4456735637278644969?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4456735637278644969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4456735637278644969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4456735637278644969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4456735637278644969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-wars-party.html' title='Star Wars party'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCZE3DW_qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j9J_RzrkUCQ/s72-c/October+2008+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-784765608485184575</id><published>2008-10-23T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:19:29.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends are definitely gold</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I had lunch with my "big sis". It was so fabulous. Of course, me being me, there has to be "more to the story" than just going and meeting her for lunch. I got lost. Not lost lost, but 'temporarily unable to find my location' lost. I thought I knew exactly where I was going - that should have been clue number one! I "knew" where the Applebee's was...except I was a town off. I was thinking of the one in Park City and when I got there, I realized I wasn't in NEWTON! Needless to say, I was 30 minutes late because once I got to Newton, I had no clue where the Applebee's was. I do now, if anyone is going and needs directions. Turns out, had I not gotten off on the first exit, I would have been fine - it was at the second exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless Kim's heart, she was still there...patiently waiting. We had a fabulous lunch...for 4 hours. It is hard to catch up in one sitting, but we gave it a whirl. I am so glad that we have gotten back in touch. I have missed her and thought of her a lot over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I mentioned this before, but she named not one, but two, characters after me in a trilogy that she wrote! I guess technically she named one, and then the other character was named for the first character. And, yes, that's why I will never be a published author - I write convoluted sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260366639136595794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCTlnINX1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZUAWAKnRpVs/s320/me+and+kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are in the restaurant...I am so unphotogenic it isn't even funny. My hair had looked pretty good earlier, and apparently I need to wear more makeup because you can't see it at all, but you sure can't tell from this photo...But Kim looks great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out her blogspot...she is posting there along with Tracie Peterson, Lori Copeland, Robin Lee Hatcher and Tamera Alexander. They each post one day a week. An "inside look" at 5 Christian authors...pretty fun. I am linking her over in my friends column....it is Writes of Passage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-784765608485184575?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/784765608485184575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=784765608485184575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/784765608485184575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/784765608485184575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-friday-i-had-lunch-with-my-big-sis.html' title='Old friends are definitely gold'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SQCTlnINX1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZUAWAKnRpVs/s72-c/me+and+kim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2499291823305839076</id><published>2008-10-15T17:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:46:05.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that happen to me!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted one of those embarrasing stories about myself...so here goes. It isn't too bad - just those things that always seem to happen to me. The first one is more Mike's fault - I think we all can agree on that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week ago from last Friday (did that make sense?) I decided it was a good day to take pictures of the kids so off we go on our merry little way. We got about 2 miles from home when I realized that the road wasn't completely messed up, I had a flat tire. When you live on a bad dirt road sometimes it is hard to tell the difference. Well..... I went to change the flat - and shredded - tire, but couldn't find how to lower the spare from under the car. I finally got the owner's manual out and discovered that the jack handle was under the rear passenger seat and you were supposed to use that to get the spare down. WHAT THE HECK?? You were supposed to shove the handle into this little tiny hole on the bumper behind the rear door, engage some little turn-y thing and lower the tire. Problem was ---- the jack handle was MIA. Of course, Mike was at training in Western Kansas and couldn't be reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I start hoofing it back home. About that time Mike called me back and told me to limp the car home at 5 mph....so I did. I periodically stopped the car, looked out to make sure that I wasn't riding on the wheel yet, then continued another 100 feet or so. It took forever to get home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is how it isn't my fault. First, I had a bulge in the sidewall from the edge of the tire to the wheel...so it was irreperable to begin with. I had told Mike about said bulge. Second, he saw that the tire was flat that morning but didn't bother to tell me. He says he didn't have time, but he had a 45 minute drive out to the police shooting range, so had plenty of time to leave me a message! Also, I had been cursed the night before when my lab instructor (Matt) said, "hey, you have a bulge in your tire...you better get that fixed before it blows out on the highway".&lt;br /&gt;I will upload a picture of the tire - I totally shredded it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257515273029535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SPZySQodxSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7zzC9mF9Ekc/s320/September+2008+066.JPG" width="249" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing that I did was at the wedding we went to on Saturday. As Mike and I were walking through the lovely arboretum, I started feeling a weird "flapping" on my shoe. I looked down and my left shoe sole had come almost completely off and was flapping with each step. So...we stop....I pull out a couple of pieces of gum, chew them up to get them sticky and stick them between the layers of my shoe. Needless to say --- it doesn't hold. Nice. THEN as if that isn't bad enough, after the wedding, as we are walking back through the whole stinkin' arboretum, the right shoe starts flapping!!! Now both shoes are flapping in the wind. And I have no more gum. But that's okay, I didn't need it. As we were almost exiting, the entire sole came off of my right shoe. When we got to the car, I ripped the left one off and then prayed like crazy that the bottom of my shoes would hold out until we got home from the reception. Fortunately for me, they did. No photo of the shoes - they went immediately into the trash can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2499291823305839076?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2499291823305839076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2499291823305839076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2499291823305839076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2499291823305839076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-happen-to-me.html' title='The things that happen to me!!'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SPZySQodxSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7zzC9mF9Ekc/s72-c/September+2008+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8452871418565297479</id><published>2008-10-04T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:36:51.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. Last Saturday we went Butterfly tagging and then the kids went to their friend Hayley's house while Hayley's mom and I went to an agro-guard meeting. This Saturday we went to the Rushing Water festival in town. I wish we would have gone sooner, but we were waiting for Mike to finish working on the truck - and even ended up going without him (although he joined us later).  So we missed the parade, and the carriage rides. Alexa and I are planning for next year so that we can go early and hit the pancake breakfast and see the parade - although I hate parades. Alexa had a blast! She was running around like a crazy person, buying everything she could. She took all of the cash she has saved - almost $22 and spent ALL of it. Crazy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I go to Wesley ER for my next clinicals....pretty excited about that. I am really glad to have the nursing home over and done with. I am a little nervous about the ambulance clinicals....I might have to see if I can pull some strings and make sure I get a good paramedic to ride with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally took today off - no school work at all today - which is very bizarre for me. I tried to get everything ready for Crop Camp in a few weeks, but I have absolutely got to go shopping. I did watch 3 movies between last night and today - Sex in the City, the movie; Forgetting Sarah Marshall (very naughty); and The Ultimate Gift (very good movie, but have lots of tissues). Tomorrow it is back to the grindstone. I think we will have a pop quiz on Tuesday about lifting and packaging patients - so I must be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kim, who is a writer, sent me a copy of her trilogy that is all bound together! I am so excited to have received it. She has 10 books that she has written so I have a collection to acquire. I just found out that she had written all these books a couple of months ago, so I have only read a few of them so far. She was my big sister when I was a kid (not a Big Brothers/Big Sister)....but we lost contact and now we are back in touch. I am thrilled about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Saturdays - next Saturday we have more big plans as Mike's office partner is getting married and we are going to her wedding....and by the way, Satin, if you are reading this....they took the rain out of the forecast for next weekend...so stop worrying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8452871418565297479?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8452871418565297479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8452871418565297479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8452871418565297479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8452871418565297479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7625330635673062022</id><published>2008-09-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:41:15.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday and Sunday</title><content type='html'>We have been extremely busy this week, but there hasn't been anything exciting going on. School and work for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I worked in the emergency room at the hospital - it was pretty boring - which was great for the nurses and doctor, but bad for us who wanted to see some action. Then after a few hours of sleep the kids and I went to tag butterflies. It wasn't as much fun as normal - it was just too crowded and there were a ton of rowdy kids there. Then I went to an agro-guard meeting. It wa pretty interesting....things I had never thought about in regard to terrorism and agro-theft.&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked at the nursing home. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I am glad that it is over. I do not like nursing homes.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow I can get the house cleaned and then Alexa and I are going to hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7625330635673062022?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7625330635673062022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7625330635673062022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7625330635673062022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7625330635673062022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-and-sunday.html' title='Saturday and Sunday'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2133314686788628099</id><published>2008-09-18T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:44:55.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wrote this for a CF fundraiser that a friend of mine in Australia was doing. Of course, we cut most of this out, as it is very long. Please do not feel that you have to read it. I figured now would be a good time to post it. Of course this is just a brief glimpse into Amber's life as a CF patient - it is hard to put all of the day to day into words. Even harder to put that last month into words. There isn't a day I don't think of Amber. She was the best daughter a mom could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber was just like any other high school girl. She loved shopping, boys, clothes, makeup, hanging out with her friends. Her concerns were mainly grades, getting a special boyfriend, preparing for college, and her job. She also was concerned about making sure no one looked at her differently, that no one pitied her, or worse, avoided her. You see, Amber had Cystic Fibrosis. That made her different from all of the other girls in her high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber had to have breathing treatments several times a day. She used a PEP valve once she got old enough. It vibrated the inside of her lungs to help her get the mucus out, because her body didn=t thin it enough to get it out on its own. The mucus threatened to scar and clog all of her bronchiole tubes, so it was a constant effort to keep it cleared out. When she wasn't strong enough to use a PEP, she had to have someone, usually mom, pound on her lungs to get the mucus out. She coughed a lot at school, but just told everyone she had allergies, which was true. The medicine for allergies is counterproductive to the medicine for CF, so it was a balancing act.&lt;br /&gt;At home, taking medication was no big deal, but at school it was a completely different story. First, students aren't allowed to carry medication with them so she had to go to the office prior to lunch to take her meds. (That lasted about nine weeks before she just started carrying them and mom dealt with the principle) Second, it is hard to explain to everyone why you are carrying medication and taking it every day when you eat. But, she was able to explain it away. It was extremely important to her that no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Amber was a strong girl, and loved school, she went to school even when she was on I.V. antibiotics. Her veins had been used up by the time she entered high school and so she had a port-a-catheter in her chest. When she was sick enough for I.V. meds, her port was accessed and she got them that way. The bad thing about the port was it's placement. The doctor had placed it slightly above her right breast. This was at a time when she was at her heaviest weight, 105 lbs (47.7 kg). So the placement appeared to be good and well concealed. But then she lost weight and the port stuck out pretty far. She had to work hard sometimes at keeping it hidden, especially when it was accessed since then it had a needle, tubing, and bandages. But she did it...and she went to school as long as she was well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 10th grade, she had a sinus surgery, her gallbladder removed, a fundalplication (a portion of the stomach is wrapped around the esophagus to help control acid reflux). Her port-a-cath became infected with yeast and had to be removed. She was put on a medication that the doctors and nurses refer to as the Shake and Bake drug because it causes fevers and shaking. She was in the hospital for several weeks over her 16th birthday and once she was released, had to finish the school year at home because of the yeast infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with everything she went through, she was a fierce little fighter. She never gave up hope that she would be cured. She was planning on a career in nursing and wanted to adopt a baby with Downs Syndrome (having her own baby would have been incredibly risky to her health). Amber had five college credit hours when she completed the 11th grade. She had taken a Certified Nursing Assistant class so she could begin working in her chosen field. She could have graduated as a junior, but for the two required senior year classes. She was planning on taking all college classes her senior year, except for those two classes, and graduating midterm, with more credits than required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before Amber started her senior year of high school, she got very ill. Prior to that she was working at a video store, practicing cheerleading, and hanging out with her friends. That illness was her last. She had contracted C-Diff. C-Diff is basically harmless to those who don't have compromised immune systems, but for someone weakened by illness, or on long-term antibiotics it is quite serious. Very rarely fatal, unless you are like Amber and it causes your stomach to swell so much that your lungs are squashed. Amber went from having a lungs that worked in the 90% range, to lungs that functioned at 28%. Her infectious disease doctor was able to, finally, get the C-Diff under control, but her lung function never increased.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the damage had been done at that point. She was very weak and her lung capacity was down to 28% still. Her nurse practioner (Ericca - a most wonderful person), started pushing the CF doctor to get Amber started on the lung transplant process, but the CF doc stalled and wouldn't make the decision. Her regular pediatrician released her on September 6 against my better judgment. On September 8th, on our way to the pediatrician (Dee Spade, another wonderful person), because she wasn't doing well, her oxygen saturation rate dropped to 20%. She was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and we were told she wouldn't make it through the night. She did, and started improving over the next two weeks. Her CF doctor finally started planning for the living donor lung transplant and I thought everything was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 17, she got ICU psychosis, and a couple of psychiatrists came in to talk with us, but we didn't realize that it meant anything. They never really expressed to us that ICU psychosis was a sign of impending death. They made it sound like it was just something people got sometimes in the ICU. She seemed fine, just occasionally didn't make sense. For a couple of days prior to that, her infection kept mutating. The infectious disease doctor kept changing her antibiotics and her care, but eventually he said there was nothing left to give her because it was mutating into strands that he didn't have antibiotics for. In the evening of the 17th she really started going downhill. She had a C-Pap (Continuous Positive Air Pressure - it forces oxygen into the lungs) on throughout her ICU stay, but she could take it off prior to that night. She had even gotten to where she only had to have it on when she was sleeping. But that night she got to where it was doing all of her breathing. Her kidneys started to shut down. At one point in the middle of the night she pulled her mask off and said, "mom". I leaned over and told her that it was okay she had fought hard and she didn't have to fight any more. I think that was what she needed to hear because after that she went into a sort of coma. The doctors said that her blood gases wouldn't allow her to wake up and that at that point she didn't know what was going on. (She had way more carbon dioxide in her blood than oxygen). Her pediatrician came in and told me that she wouldn't make it much longer. We could have intubated her, but apparently CF kids who are intubated never come off of it. I made the decision to pull the plug. I had the nurse drug her up with morphine. Even though the doctors said that she didn't know what was going on, I wanted her pain free. After that I took all of the monitors off of her because I didn't want to see or hear that flat line signal. Then I turned off the oxygen. She took a couple of breaths and then she was gone. It was the hardest thing to do, but there was no way I was going to have her stay alive for my own selfish reasons, it wasn't fair to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber had wondered what her funeral would be like. Her uncle had died a few years before and had a huge attendance. I would say that hers surpassed his. Her high school closed for the afternoon so that the teachers and students could attend. Her brother's teachers attended (he was in first grade). Kids from her previous school attended. All of her doctors attended, which is unheard of, as well as all of the nurses who took care of her in the hospital. I don't know how many people were at the church, but the people who ran the funeral home said it was one of the largest funerals they had ever witnessed. There were more than 200 at the grave site. Amber left an impression on everyone she touched. She was a sweet child, an angel on earth, and everyone loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cystic Fibrosis is a terrible disease and no child should have to suffer what Amber suffered. Although CF affects thousands of children yearly, very little is known about it. One doesn't hear the term unless they know someone affected, and then they have to search to find out about it. For a disease that affects so many, it is not popular. There are no televised fund raisers; no celebrities are out fighting for the cause; a portion of the proceeds of products doesn't go for research. It is an ignored disease and awareness needs to be raised. These kids need our help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2133314686788628099?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2133314686788628099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2133314686788628099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2133314686788628099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2133314686788628099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-18.html' title='September 18'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4121867926350168689</id><published>2008-09-09T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:58:08.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark teeth no more</title><content type='html'>It seemed I had an "S" theme going with the titles so I had to continue. It was purely unintentional until today.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Alexa has had shark teeth - that is what her loving father has called them. Her father who apparently wants her to have low self-esteem. Anyway, she has only lost one tooth the "normal" way...you know, where it gets loose and falls out. The others have been pulled. And all of them have been within the last 6 months. She's 9. The dentist even took a panoramic photo last October to make sure she had adult teeth.&lt;br /&gt;No, I can never just give the facts without some background information first. So, anyway, two of her bottom adult teeth grew in quite some distance behind her baby teeth and she has had two rows of teeth. Thus the shark teeth comments from her father. She has been working very hard to get that last tooth out....it really wasn't even loose. Last night she busted the root and Mike was able to pull the rest of it out with some little pliers. It pulled the root out, too, and I bet that thing was almost a half an inch long. I took a picture of it, but it didn't show up very well. I will have to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;So now, Alexa has a gaping hole in her gum where her tooth used to be and a tooth behind it. We are so sending an orthodontist on a lovely European Vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4121867926350168689?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4121867926350168689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4121867926350168689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4121867926350168689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4121867926350168689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/shark-teeth-no-more.html' title='Shark teeth no more'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3113038677548614402</id><published>2008-09-06T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:19:07.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 6</title><content type='html'>So today is our 12 year anniversary and we went out to dinner which was nice. We don't get to do that very often - and less often without the kids. Mike kept joking about taking me to Taco Tico or Subway or something and of course I kept yelling no at him, but I guess actually it would have been okay (not really) because it is about the time together. And kind of like a last supper for him if he would have taken me to one of those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about today is 5 years ago we brought Amber home from the hospital for the last time. I knew it was a bad decision when the decision was made for her to leave the hospital. I was always the one asking the doctors if she could go home, but that day, I didn't think she was ready. On the other hand, I also feel if she hadn't gotten to come home, she might not have gotten to see her room that Mike painted for her. Mike never paints. Not before. Not since. He painted her room pink with black accents because that was what she was wanting and we wanted to surprise her. She was surprised. It was really sweet because it was the first time she called him "dad" to his face. She would do it jokingly or in a card or to her friends...but not to him. So, even though she probably should have stayed in the hospital, I'm glad she came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we were excited because that was a bad hospital stay all around. With the C-Diff, and talks of a "poop transplant" (I am being serious); the blood transfusion; the extremely decreased lung function........it was just bad. So when she came home on our anniversary, even though I thought it was a bad idea, I was still excited. It was the best anniversary present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every anniversary has that lingering in the background - or foreground as it is tonight. I think today it is made worse by the fact that this year all the dates are the same as they were 5 years ago. Five years ago the 6th was on a Saturday....the 18th was on a Thursday. Just like this year. I hate that. For some reason it seems to make it worse. So does the five years. It can't possibly be 5 years. How have I even lived this long without Amber here? It just doesn't seem possible. I never thought I would last 5 minutes. How in the world have I made it 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Mike and I should get married again - but on a different date so we could have a different anniversary date. But, I know that it wouldn't change anything....and people would just think I am stranger than they already do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3113038677548614402?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3113038677548614402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3113038677548614402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3113038677548614402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3113038677548614402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-6.html' title='September 6'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6829823492451867080</id><published>2008-09-05T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:22:53.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short, Sweet and....Soapy</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this morning Andrew comes out of the bathroom with soap bubbles running down his chin.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Alexa, did you put soap on my toothbrush, again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking, again?)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: No. I only did it once.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You put soap on your brother's toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: Only once&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: gurgle&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't you know that the soap has antibacterial agents in it and can kill him? There have literally been children who have died because their parents have made them eat soap because they were naughty. And you put it on your brother's toothbrush? Are you trying to kill him?&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: (all teary-eyed - like anyone is buying that) No. I just did it once as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A joke? You think it's funny to kill your brother?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: (laughing and bubbling)&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I only did it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! What is wrong with Mike's children? If it isn't one thing it is 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6829823492451867080?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6829823492451867080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6829823492451867080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6829823492451867080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6829823492451867080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-sweet-andsoapy.html' title='Short, Sweet and....Soapy'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2697019743387469853</id><published>2008-09-03T20:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:08:21.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Scissors Only, Please</title><content type='html'>Okay - so last week I went to the doctor a week early for my Hep B shot, right? And the very understanding nurse, Alli, told me to leave and not come back until the 4th. She said it had to be a month and it had only been 3 weeks. Okay, so I had just miscounted, it happens, right? So, I went back today. I rush the kids around we run in to town. I walk in. The receptionist looks at me weird. I thought, well this is odd - one would think she would know me by now. So I proceed to tell her my name. She is like, yeah, I know your name, you're not on here. I said, right, I'm not on your list because I'm just getting shot. She said, no, you're not on my list because you're not supposed to be here until tomorrow. No, I'm supposed to be here today. No, you are supposed to be here on the 4th. Yes, that is tomorrow. No. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;I swear, they must think I am an absoloute moron. I asked nicely if I could go ahead and get my shot. I think they did just so I wouldn't come back. Alli gave me very strict orders to make my appointment for my last shot for 5 months and to wait for the phone call telling me to come in the next day. Should I take it personally? She did say that she would come and visit me in the hospital. I'm sure that my involuntary hospitalization is imminent.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to blame the alien tick bite or kryptonite. It was after all, an alien tick and I am now a host and will soon have some alien tick baby bursting out of my abdomen at an inconvenient time.Or maybe it has morphed into my brain and is affecting my thinking skills. Which is probably what is going on because I am quite fortunate each day if I make it out of the house with all of my clothes on - in the correct order.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand - I think I have been kryptonited. Which I know isn't a word, but how do you turn kryptonite into a verb? This is what has happened to me. I have always - repeat always - been a Superwoman. At somepoint in the last week or two, I have been hit with kryptonite (pehaps the tick was infested with kryptonite?). And you know how kryptonite affected Superman, so just imagine how it affects Superwoman - because women are stronger than men. And we know the bigger/stronger they are the harder they fall. So, know I have been kryptonited. And I can no longer do it all. It is a sad day in my life. Perhaps once the alien tick baby explodes out of my brain or wherever, it will take the kryptonite with it and I will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a bit of a break and threatened to make Mike support me forever if I didn't get some help around here. Apparently he had a long talk with the kids last night while I was at school. I guess "help around here" means the kids doing more work. I was kinda meaning him not sitting in front of his computer so much, but I guess my point was missed.&lt;br /&gt;As far as school, this guy that took the EMT program last year assures me that once we get past patient assessment it is all easy. I threatened him with bodily damage and he still assured me it got easier, so we'll see.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2697019743387469853?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2697019743387469853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2697019743387469853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2697019743387469853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2697019743387469853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-last-week-i-went-to-doctor-week.html' title='Safety Scissors Only, Please'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5783681290668339756</id><published>2008-08-30T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:45:10.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Amityville Horror</title><content type='html'>but without the cool poltergeists. I think we have had more freaky things that happen to us.... things that go wrong....continuously. It just isn't normal. I joke about living on an Indian burial ground...but I really think it has to be something like that. Either that or one of us has some really bad karma. Mike. Maybe one of us was someone really bad in history - too bad I don't believe in reincarnation - or could think of someone really evil off the top of my head that Mike could have been that I am suffering the consequences of now. Like Hitler or something. But Hitler wouldn't have had time to work himself up to a human yet. Wouldn't he still be a cockroach or something? Don't really know about those reincarnation beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I had this weevil looking tick in my hip. It must have been there since the previous Saturday (that's when I was out in the pasture looking at the apples and sand plums). It isn't that I don't bathe or anything, I just didn't notice. It was pretty small still when Mike pulled it out, so it must have been pretty tiny to start with. It was like an alien tick. I can't find anything like it on the internet. I had this area on my hip that was about 2/3 the size of a dime that was swollen like a blood blister, with a bruise all around that, then with a hard spot in the middle. It hurt for about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my doctor's nurse about it on Monday - when I went in one week early for my Hep B shot - and she said unless there were red streaks coming from it I would be okay. I hope she is right. Apparently I haven't told her about the Indian burial ground. Must remedy that. That whole day was a waste of time. There was that wasted trip, then I went to Wal-Mart to get a battery in my watch and they couldn't get the back off, so another wasted trip; then I went to Life Uniform to get a name tag for my $117 stethoscope - way across town - they were out. I stopped off at Quik Trip for a forbidden soda and went home. I shouldn't have it, but dang it, I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a whirlwind. Between school for the kids, school for me, work for Mike, work for me, chores for everyone....we have just been busy. Oh yeah, and stupid Maggie killed one of our ducks. Mike is putting a fence in under our deck and we are moving the remaining duck up under the deck so that hopefully he can make friends with the remaining rabbit - it can happen. We are going to electrify the fence and then put an electric collar on Maggie. I rue, rue, I say, the day we got her. Meanwhile, Mike has spent EVERY STINKING MOMENT on his computer. He bought a new one. Oops. He bought parts to make a new one...and can't seem to get it working. Wouldn't it have been smarter to just buy a computer that was already together so you wouldn't spend a week trying to make it work? But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I underestimated the amount of studying and how much information and work was involved in the EMT class. My apologies to everyone who has gone through the EMT class before. I really assumed with my superior intelligence (lol) that it would be easy. It is not easy. It is a lot of work. And right now I am not feeling smart. I feel old and stupid. I know I'm not, okay, maybe old, but not stupid. But, man I am feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what else happened this week - it has been a long week and I have had a splitting headache through all of it. I hope next week is better. Hopefully the fact that it is a short one will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came out today and Alexa talked us all into playing Attack Uno. We probably all needed the stress relief. We always laugh a lot when we play. It is a vicious little game. And we are all pretty mean to each other when we play...but in a fun, nice way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5783681290668339756?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5783681290668339756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5783681290668339756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5783681290668339756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5783681290668339756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-amityville-horror.html' title='Like Amityville Horror'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7777593826977490495</id><published>2008-08-20T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:10:25.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids first day</title><content type='html'>Monday the kids started school. So far so good. As you can tell by the photos - you don't have to dress up for the first day when it's at home! I practically had to drag them outside to take their photo! It was a bit overcast. Can you believe this August weather? It is like September, but with no wind - which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the kids' attitude so far has been great. Alexa's is always good, but of course, I was worried about Andrew. He has been great so far. And he has had some tough stuff for the first couple of days. Some stuff that has made him think. Thinking? On the first days? Who knew? They are even brushing their teeth without lying that it has already been done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we we went for a very long bike ride - like 6 miles. Then we came home and I made this fabulous yogurt mix thing - yogurt, sliced strawberries, flax seed, bran flakes, crushed peanuts. Very healthy - totally delicious. I was quite surprised but the kids loved it. They even want to eat bran flakes for breakfast. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so far their school is going well - wish us luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7777593826977490495?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7777593826977490495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7777593826977490495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7777593826977490495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7777593826977490495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-first-day.html' title='Kids first day'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6298004694990558180</id><published>2008-08-20T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:04:22.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyixA3t5DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tw2VSBMypCQ/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739429656028210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyixA3t5DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tw2VSBMypCQ/s320/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyixpBxzzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l8GY9GdWgzI/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739440435646258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyixpBxzzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l8GY9GdWgzI/s320/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyix4j4GsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xgzvcdtWUfE/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739444605196994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyix4j4GsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xgzvcdtWUfE/s320/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6298004694990558180?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6298004694990558180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6298004694990558180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6298004694990558180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6298004694990558180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKyixA3t5DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tw2VSBMypCQ/s72-c/first+day+of+school+august+19+2008+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2544428907438675596</id><published>2008-08-20T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:58:44.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Such</title><content type='html'>Okay...I had my first day of class last night. My friend, Tammy, and I were 5 minutes late to class. We were very close to the classroom and asked an instructor where the room was and she sent us clear back to the opposite end of the building. What was that?!? So we had to go clear back. You would think she would know - I mean, she had an office and everything. Fortunately, the instructor seems like he is pretty cool about stuff like that. I think I am going to like him. At least based on the 4 hours I spent with him last night. The class is going to be intensive, but should be fun. For those of you who aren't aware of this fact, I am rather anal about grades (okay and other things). I had read through chapter four...then Tammy told me she had read through chapter seven. So Sunday I read through chapter seven. I have issues.....help me. Turns out we are both so anal. I think we are the only ones who opened our books. That's okay. I am totally okay with having the best grade in the class. Not that I have that goal or anything...ahem..... Tammy didn't nickname me Annie for nothing (anal Annie - I call her Ossie (OCD) - although I am considering changing that to Bambi because I just found out she was a cheerleader).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...after the class, I have changed my course of action. I am now planning on taking the paramedic course after finishing the EMT-B. I guess that is providing I pass the EMT-B course and the certification. Not that I'm worried. It is my understanding that it is easier to "bridge" from a paramedic to a nurse, than from a nurse to a paramedic. Also, since I am wanting to be a flight nurse, it is best that I am a nurse-paramedic, so this is the way I need to go. Plus it will work well as far as being able to hold down a job. (the classes are two nights a week as opposed to 4 days a week 8 -12 hours a day) And the kids will be able to continue to home school - as long as they want (provided my sanity holds out). Plus - added bonus - I don't think I have to take the entrance exam to get into nursing school. Which is good, because I can't figure out the physics part.&lt;br /&gt;So, on top of yesterday being all about me and my first day of classes....it was Mike's birthday. I fixed him "Western" Spaghetti. I have these bbq meatballs (they are yummy) and they have this fab-u-lous bbq sauce that I mixed in with my delicious spaghetti sauce. Mike loves Italian and BBQ, so this is like mixing is two faves in one dish. So this was all ready for him. Then I made his favorite cake that his grandma used to make. A lemon cake with holes poked in it that you pour jello in and allow to set up. I'm sure there is a name, but I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;The kids helped me make the lemon jello poke cake...they were in charge of the candles (although they were supposed to have Mike light them) and then they were supposed to sing happy birthday to Mike after supper. They were in charge of all of this and were totally excited. Weeellllll - Mike blew it. Not the candles - the whole deal. He ate too much spaghetti - even though he knew there was cake. And refused to let them do the cake thing. The poor little darlings begged and pleaded but nope. I griped at him when I got home and found out. Poor kids. We just did the cake thing tonight. I sang him a special day late song and told him his wish was not going to come true since it wasn't his birthday. Loving wife that I am! I did send some breakfast muffins to work yesterday along with my world famous chocolate chip cookies....so I'm not all bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2544428907438675596?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2544428907438675596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2544428907438675596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2544428907438675596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2544428907438675596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-and-such.html' title='School and Such'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6940661624141626892</id><published>2008-08-16T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:22:54.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbv0x0U7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HYsDZFH5EVo/s1600-h/Alexa+rock+climbing+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235135306869829154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbv0x0U7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HYsDZFH5EVo/s320/Alexa+rock+climbing+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa and Hayley - rock climbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbv0-12bNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fXoEvmCsRAk/s1600-h/Andrew+movie+and+robot+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235135310365879506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbv0-12bNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fXoEvmCsRAk/s320/Andrew+movie+and+robot+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew (grey shirt) during the PE portion of his class - robot pictures to come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbvQ90_WWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KY4P7TN6gE8/s1600-h/Alexa+rock+climbing+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235134691618543970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbvQ90_WWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KY4P7TN6gE8/s320/Alexa+rock+climbing+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa - climbing up that pole - doesn't look like her legs are long enough. But she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbvQ1AKL-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Eue7m10bK_8/s1600-h/Alexa+rock+climbing+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbvQ0D6KuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lVuwuhhMnHw/s1600-h/Alexa+rock+climbing+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235134688996764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbvQ0D6KuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lVuwuhhMnHw/s320/Alexa+rock+climbing+28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There she is on the zip line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently she got to test it, too, since she knew the guy in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbu6EyffCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-JnG6J_zYF8/s1600-h/Alexa+rock+climbing+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235134298350124066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbu6EyffCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-JnG6J_zYF8/s320/Alexa+rock+climbing+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is out of order -&lt;br /&gt;this is the step before climbing up further on the pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6940661624141626892?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6940661624141626892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6940661624141626892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6940661624141626892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6940661624141626892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/alexa-and-hayley-rock-climbers-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SKbv0x0U7iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HYsDZFH5EVo/s72-c/Alexa+rock+climbing+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6896748505672259283</id><published>2008-08-16T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:14:15.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, pictures</title><content type='html'>I got the photos yesterday from Alexa's rock climbing class in July. I was beginning to fret that I wasn't going to get any. They wouldn't let me go take pictures, which I can understand - but was totally bummed about. But they promised they would take pictures of my girls. So they sent out a mass email with a link to about 639 pictures - and I was able to pick through and get pictures of Alexa - and there were a few from Andrew's class as well - I wasn't expecting those so that was a nice surprise. They woudln't let me go take pictures in there either - which I knew, but I was hoping with Alexa's since it was outside............&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have the pictures uploaded. As I was leafing through them last night I spotted a couple of familiar faces. I asked Alexa if our friend, Mike, helped at her rock climbing class. She says, "huh?"....always a first response. I ask again, "was Aubrey's dad at your rock climbing class". "yeah," she says. Why didn't you tell me? "I don't know" - another standard answer. I wish I would have known he was going to be helping - I would have felt much more comfortable. I wasn't that worried, because I knew that they were going to be harnessed and they wouldn't have kids doing it if they didn't have all the bases covered. But, still, knowing Mike, and knowing how he operates - I would have not had the smallest inkling of worry. Oh well. I think it is really neat (yes, I said neat) that he was there - as well as his brother, Scott. I asked Alexa if she said anything to him and she said not really - she wasn't sure if he would remember her. Whatever. He just saw her like a month before at the EMS camp when he let my kids do the zip line there. That child is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are pretty good. The girl that took them was a trifle worried that she wouldn't do a good job - but I think she took some nice photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6896748505672259283?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6896748505672259283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6896748505672259283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6896748505672259283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6896748505672259283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-pictures.html' title='Finally, pictures'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6591764519140764465</id><published>2008-08-13T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:23:32.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Back to school. I guess at least it wasn't that hot outside. I am so tired now.....I hate getting up early. I will never get used to it. I guess for the first day it didn't go too badly. Next week the kids and I go back to school. I have the kids' agenda ready to go for next week. I am feeling pretty on top of things. I am sure that will change quickly! I am ready to go back - get back into a routine.&lt;br /&gt;I love to get organized in August. That whole start of the new school year. I have the upstairs good to go. I don't want to venture into the basement. It scares me! That's the kids' and Mike's domain.....so no organization there.&lt;br /&gt;As I drove by the cemetery today, I looked at Amber's headstone, like I always do, but now the shepherd's hook and the plant holder that I had (that also held ornaments) is gone now. What is wrong with people. The last time stuff was stolen was in early June, now more stuff is gone in August. No one else has stuff taken, so I don't think it is the groundskeepers. My guess would be the worthless SD. Probably because I always throw out the stupid grave blanket they put down. BUT it is my "property", Amber didn't like him, and she didn't like grave blankets. I know, it is petty, but why would I leave something there that she wouldn't want?&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on running up there tomorrow to see what else is gone. I guess I will take whatever might be left and put in her box so that it doesn't get stolen, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6591764519140764465?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6591764519140764465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6591764519140764465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6591764519140764465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6591764519140764465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-498814961524467981</id><published>2008-08-04T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:55:39.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmI3qgEAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LWut_1BElFk/s1600-h/bowling+July+25,+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691426037141506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmI3qgEAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LWut_1BElFk/s320/bowling+July+25,+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew ready to bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmJAxbM4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/oDu7vRs5Y3U/s1600-h/bowling+July+25,+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691428482102146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmJAxbM4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/oDu7vRs5Y3U/s320/bowling+July+25,+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa, Andrew, Mom, Hayley...waiting for their turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmJtmt73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/E4b1S8ZjWnE/s1600-h/bowling+July+25,+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691440516788082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmJtmt73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/E4b1S8ZjWnE/s320/bowling+July+25,+2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa - with the run up and throw method of bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmKM14gFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yh4aWG6gcVk/s1600-h/bowling+July+25,+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230691448901894226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmKM14gFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Yh4aWG6gcVk/s320/bowling+July+25,+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad - with the professional bowler's approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-498814961524467981?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/498814961524467981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=498814961524467981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/498814961524467981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/498814961524467981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/andrew-ready-to-bowl-alexa-andrew-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcmI3qgEAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LWut_1BElFk/s72-c/bowling+July+25,+2008+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2730761293524557471</id><published>2008-08-04T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:43:59.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjBz5OzpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WzrENlX9XNc/s1600-h/Beaumont+July+31+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688006231215762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjBz5OzpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WzrENlX9XNc/s320/Beaumont+July+31+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "world famous" Beaumont Water Tower - actually it is the last wooden water tower in the U.S. (according to the placard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjEJzg6tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HDOJti_CBTE/s1600-h/Beaumont+July+31+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688046472555218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjEJzg6tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HDOJti_CBTE/s320/Beaumont+July+31+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew, Hayley, Alexa at the Historic Beaumont Hotel and Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjEsvc4CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z3YkT4NKj1U/s1600-h/Beaumont+July+31+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688055850754082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjEsvc4CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z3YkT4NKj1U/s320/Beaumont+July+31+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew and Alexa (with a rare photo of me - looking ever so lovely) at the wind towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjFFvhWkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/odp-ERRfhZQ/s1600-h/Beaumont+July+31+2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688062561933890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjFFvhWkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/odp-ERRfhZQ/s320/Beaumont+July+31+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wind towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2730761293524557471?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2730761293524557471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2730761293524557471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2730761293524557471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2730761293524557471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-famous-beaumont-water-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SJcjBz5OzpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WzrENlX9XNc/s72-c/Beaumont+July+31+2008+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8859268480123347158</id><published>2008-08-04T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:27:15.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's August!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I housesat for a friend while they were on vacation. She is spent time with her mother-in-law and The Wiggles and a gazillion children and I sat in her quiet house. I think I got the better end of the deal. I got a lot of scrapbooking done and have even gotten some studying in. I finished one book and started another. I wanted to get all caught up on my scrapbooking and I am almost there. It is weird to be in a quiet house. Even their cats are quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I signed the kids up for another year of eschool. I must be out of my ever-lovin' mind. This will be the last year for them if I get in to nursing school. If I start nursing school next fall, then they will have to go back to public school because I will be gone all day every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my car in the shop again. HOWEVER - it is still stalling out when I stop. This is after the mechanic was 99.99% sure that the expensive part he replaced would fix the problem. Yeah right. I have now put $1100 in it to keep it running and it still isn't. I am not a happy person. I am going to call the mechanics on Monday and yell at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to Vacation Bible School last week and really enjoyed it. We had to ride our bikes up to the church since I didn't have my car, but it wasn't too bad. We were home before it hit 100 degrees every day. They stayed all night with Hayley Wednesday night because I had to take a training class Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my training, we went to Beaumont and ate in the historic Beaumont Hotel and Restaurant and then went to see the wind towers. They are quite impressive to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping after my relaxing weekend that next week with the kids will be easier. They were pretty good last week. I started a new rule that if they argue with me or each other they have to go outside and pick up sticks. Very effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8859268480123347158?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8859268480123347158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8859268480123347158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8859268480123347158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8859268480123347158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-last-weekend-i-housesat-for-friend.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s August!'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2472121148493804083</id><published>2008-07-31T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:17:47.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a Scrapping For CF online fundraiser.  The site is now ready for you to start purchasing classes right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, five fabulous classes by Marion Werren, Chris Millar, Janine Kaye, Jen Hall and Roz James.&lt;br /&gt; (these are top Australian scrappers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware, there are two options for buying classes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may purchase each individual class for $10 per class  OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase the Class Package for $30 – this includes the five classes, two bonus sketches with sample layouts and a chance to be in the draw to win some great prizes from our sponsors.  The details are fully outlined in the Class Package information on the website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an incentive, if you purchase the Class Package before 10am Monday 4th August, you will be in the draw to win one of our Lucky Door Prizes –&lt;br /&gt;** One of three $10 gift certificates donated by Kim Archer for her @Home site.&lt;br /&gt;** A layout scrapped for you by the fabulous Yvette Adams as well as a packet of her own designed journal cards from her etsy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some major prizes up for grabs if you purchase the Class Package before Midnight, Friday 15th August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and sign up now – the early bird who purchases the Class Package gets a chance to win the prizes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrappingforcf.com.au/"&gt;www.scrappingforcf.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2472121148493804083?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2472121148493804083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2472121148493804083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2472121148493804083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2472121148493804083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-is-scrapping-for-cf-online.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5626224942317194731</id><published>2008-07-24T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:31:03.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay - yesterday I took the kids bowling. Alexa bowled incredibly well. Last time she got a 22 and 45, yesterday she got 111 and 108. WOW! Andrew and I - well, we didn't do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the library and swimming. I happened to see a book out of the corner of my eye - and it was written by my "big sister" from when I was a kid. Not like Big Brother/Big Sister, but she was my big sis. I haven't talked to her in years and boom, there she is - a published author in a library. She writes books like Janette Oak and Karen Kingsbury. The library didn't have the first two books in her series, so I am going to go buy them. I emailed her, and she emailed me back. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take my stupid car BACK to the shop today. It keeps dying when I take my foot off of the gas. It did the same thing a couple of months ago and the shop "fixed it" but now it is doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my parents are coming out and we are going bowling again. The kids get 2 free games every day and it is only $4.50 for me to bowl two games - and that includes shoes. Mike is going to stay home and cut firewood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5626224942317194731?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5626224942317194731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5626224942317194731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5626224942317194731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5626224942317194731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-yesterday-i-took-kids-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-9088722010961608127</id><published>2008-07-22T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:48:48.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_E2XMwcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sOLnNJc2TVA/s1600-h/July+2008+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226004138899063234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_E2XMwcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sOLnNJc2TVA/s200/July+2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alexa and Hayley on their way to rock climbing class at the college - they had so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_FBbNnJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tBD7mMnCSRw/s1600-h/July+2008+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226004141868686482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_FBbNnJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tBD7mMnCSRw/s200/July+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Tori, Alexa, Hayley in the jungle at the zoo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_F-0OPpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OC8kM8FOTZU/s1600-h/July+2008+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226004158348148370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_F-0OPpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OC8kM8FOTZU/s200/July+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to pose on each of the metal statues around the zoo. That was the kids' idea, not mine (surprisingly). It was so hot at the zoo and the kids got a little cranky, but they still had to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-9088722010961608127?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9088722010961608127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=9088722010961608127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9088722010961608127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9088722010961608127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/alexa-and-hayley-on-their-way-to-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SIZ_E2XMwcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sOLnNJc2TVA/s72-c/July+2008+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5042648623593449856</id><published>2008-07-22T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:32:47.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week gone speeding by</title><content type='html'>I always mean to blog more frequently than weekly, but it never seems to happen. I cannot believe that summer is almost over. Of course with this 100 degree weather, I am ready for it to be over temperature wise. But school starts in just a couple of weeks and I am not ready for that. I have to go get my hep A &amp;amp; B shots; tetanus booster; and a TB test prior to my school starting. Plus have a physical for work. blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was pretty much the same ol' stuff. I did get a pen pal who lives in Australia, so that is fun. I went out to dinner and miniature golfing with friends Friday night, and then scrapbooking Saturday afternoon. The kids and Mike stayed home and played computer games. Whoo-hoo! They know how to par-taaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming almost every day. We had to take Hayley to a class at the college in Andover, so after we dropped her off, we went to a friend's apartment to swim. I think they had ice cream cones almost every day...so they were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo yesterday. It was hot. There weren't a lot of people there (probably cuz it was incredibly hot) so that was nice. Of course, most of the animals weren't doing anything. (see the aforementioned HOT) We had picked up my niece before we went and she spent the night last night. I had told her our house was incredibly boring and I think now she believes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike brought home a new liner for the pool yesterday so we got to put that it and do all the work that it takes to get the wrinkles out. Which mostly means he had to do it. The kids "helped", but you know how that is. I just had to keep pulling the liner back on the frame of the pool because it kept getting pulled down. Good times. We had to replace the liner because on Sunday the kids were "just swimming" and managed to rip a huge hole in the liner.....hours after Mike had topped off the water because it was getting low. Needless to say he was not happy. He had been in a good mood - making fun of me all day while I was cleaning house - but that maneuver by the kids ruined it. He was okay by Monday afternoon though, so I was thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't think of anything else that we did, so I am off to get today going! Fortunately, so far, the kids are all getting along and playing video games without fighting or being hateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5042648623593449856?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5042648623593449856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5042648623593449856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5042648623593449856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5042648623593449856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-week-gone-speeding-by.html' title='Another week gone speeding by'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4826291181708298967</id><published>2008-07-11T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:02:02.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 4th we shot off fireworks - most of them were legal. That's the great thing about where we live, you can shoot off the "ooh, aah" ones legally. The kids had a lot of fun. Andrew has never been one for fireworks, but this year he got into it. He didn't really care much for the pretty ones, he just wanted to blow stuff up, so he was sticking firecrackers in paper and plastic items and blowing them up....should I be scared? Then grandpa got in on it - way to set a good example grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th, one of Amber's friends, Chris, came over with his girlfriend and their baby (Madison Amber). She is so cute! She is just the happiest little baby. I didn't ask, but I wonder how Chris' girlfriend feels about having her baby named after Amber....but I would assume she is okay with it, since she had to sign the birth certificate. I think that is pretty cool of her, I don't know if at 20 I would have been that secure. They are supposed to come visit again before Chris goes back to Fort Bragg - I hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Alexa started rock climbing class at BCC. They had so much fun. I was proud of Alexa for doing it - she is a go-getter and is adventurous, but she is scared of heights. The walls were 30 feet high, and there was also a telephone pole with those metal rods sticking out (to use to climb up) and then a wire that you walked across (think tightrope walking) to another pole. Then they also had a zipline. Yesterday they also had other things to climb on, but I didn't ever get that full story. (they wouldn't let me go take pictures, but said they would take some for me and email them to me - so I will post them when I get them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went bowling after rock climbing class (okay and lunch, and the library). I never get the things that cover the gutters...I am so mean...so the girls had a rough time of it. But they improved so much by the 2nd game. I think Alexa had 22 the first game and 47 the second. Andrew, on the other hand, has some natural talent. He would walk up to the line, basically just drop the ball, and roll a strike or a spare. Very impressive. He is going to get on a bowling league in the fall. He is not athletic at all and I have been trying to talk him into bowling or golf (he has a fabulous swing) for a long time. He likes those sports that do not involve running. And, since you asked.....I bowled a 113 and a 127. That is an incredible score for me - I am not a bowler. I normally bowl in the 70-80 range. Maybe 90's if I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think we are just going to go swimming, if it doesn't rain. I will probably hit the treadmill as well as an exercise video before we go. I lost 15 pounds in 2 weeks, but this last week, it just doesn't want to budge. Of course, I went from eating nothing but avocados, lettuce and zucchini to adding in other foods. Nothing bad, just something not on the avocado diet. Barely even any bread - 3 slices in a week. I might have to go back on the very strict diet, so I can lose more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....sorry for the long post - I just haven't had time to blog this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4826291181708298967?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4826291181708298967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4826291181708298967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4826291181708298967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4826291181708298967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-4th-we-shot-off-fireworks-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7224535384956792148</id><published>2008-06-30T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:27:08.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in review</title><content type='html'>On Monday, we went to the Museum of World Treasures with my parents. I enjoyed it...and I think the kids did as well. Of course, once we saw the dinosaurs and the Egyptian stuff, they were ready to go and went through the rest of the museum extremely fast. Grandpa forgot to put their wheelchair placard up on the rearview mirror, and when we came out there was a ticket. I called Mike, he called the PO and she came back and got the ticket from us. My dad's always done so much for me, I was glad I could help them out and get that ticket taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we went to Build-A-Bear (Alexa had a gift certificate) and to HobbyTown USA (Andrew bought an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$80&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; model dinosaur with b-day money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was library day - we are doing two library programs this year. We ride bikes up to our library which is about a 5 or 6 mile round trip.  The kids are learning about Egypt, when we aren't swimming, riding bikes, reading or doing math, so we made scarabs out of modeling clay. Unfortunately, when I baked them instead of getting hard, they melted. Oops - I guess I picked up the wrong box. I know I had read on a box about baking it, but then I guess I grabbed a different box. So, then the next day, they made sarcophagus models and other figures, out of cookie dough. They enjoyed that immensely. And when I baked them, they were like they were supposed to be, instead of a melted mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day we swim, which has been good. A friend of mine has a pool at her apartment building, so we have been going over there and usually we are the only ones in the pool, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been exercising since school got out, but hadn't seen any results. Eleven days ago I started a pretty strict diet and have lost 11 pounds. Of course, in addition to that, I increased my exercising - sometimes 3 hours a day. I am so glad to finally be seeing some results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7224535384956792148?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7224535384956792148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7224535384956792148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7224535384956792148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7224535384956792148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-in-review.html' title='The week in review'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-5643237480229385060</id><published>2008-06-18T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:30:36.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grave Robbers</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with people? Why would steal something from a person's grave? I guess at least this time it isn't her picture. We go by the cemetery pretty frequently on our way to other places....today as we were driving by on our way out of town, I noticed that stuff was missing. I pulled in and there are statues missing (people tend to bring angel and fairy statues out); a potted plant; all of her memorial day stuff; and a shepherd's hook that I hang a plant basket from. I think there might be some other stuff gone....but it's the fact that any of it is gone. At first I thought maybe the maintenance crew took it (they will go around and take Memorial Day stuff and throw it away) but other graves still have their wreaths. I looked in all of the trash cans and couldn't find anything. Whoever it was even took her flowers out of her vase. (I looked around and they weren't up against the fence like the wind had blown them). I am not a happy person right now.&lt;br /&gt;Mike wants me to report it to the police. But the chief's a lazy jerk and I can't see him even making a report - plus the shepherd's hook was the most expensive thing and it's not like there's anything they can do about it. They didn't do anything when her picture was taken off of the headstone - the old chief just looked at me like "why are you wasting my time?" and it was way more expensive than the stuff that is gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-5643237480229385060?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5643237480229385060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=5643237480229385060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5643237480229385060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/5643237480229385060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/grave-robbers.html' title='Grave Robbers'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4639029696249255355</id><published>2008-06-16T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:54:08.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids at work day</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention - what with me being so excited about the Clydesdales - that the kids went to work with Mike on Friday. It was the annual bring your kids to work day. Last year they had all kinds of fun things to do, but this year was kind of lame. Can you believe the ever-so-delightful city council had 2 members speak for 30 minutes each? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO CHILDREN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! How stupid is that? These kids will not be voting any time soon. Once that finished, they only got to do 2 tours at city hall. The kids did the SWAT team and the Crime Lab. I had asked each of them to take their cameras, since I wasn't going to be there, and take some pictures for me - for the scrapbook. They took pictures of the SWAT vehicles and guns - lots and lots of guns. Apparently I wasn't specific enough, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assumed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;they knew I would like them to be in said photos! Next time, I will be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun stuff ended at 1 p.m. and then the kids were supposed to spend the rest of the day watching their parent work. BORING! Mike took them over to the super secretive, hard to get into, 911 building. I figured all the computers and activity would be interesting to them, but not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, instead of watching Mike work - after all they can see him sitting at a computer every day from about 5:30 to bedtime and all day on the weekends - Mike brought them out east and I met them there. That way they could go home and swim...you know we have to get that in every day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4639029696249255355?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4639029696249255355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4639029696249255355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4639029696249255355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4639029696249255355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-at-work-day.html' title='Kids at work day'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6890244798036425440</id><published>2008-06-15T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:23:20.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th....I spent the night with the Clydesdales. My friend, Sandy, and I guarded the team of Clydesdales that were hanging out in El Dorado and Andover for the week. They had a week between other engagements and so they came here for Frontier Days. I immediately wanted to sign up for a shift. Fortunately, got an awesome time slot. 7p.m. to 1 a.m. Friday night. Technically, people aren't supposed to touch the horses, but I got to pet and love on all of them. I was in horse heaven. They are so gorgeous...and probably about twice the size of my Mustangs. My horses are gorgeous, too, don't get me wrong. But these horses are so well trained and so docile....I just feel sorry for them. They travel all of the time, and when they aren't "on", they are either in a trailor, or their stalls (they do get walked a little, but still...). I was really glad I had the opportunity to guard them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6890244798036425440?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6890244798036425440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6890244798036425440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6890244798036425440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6890244798036425440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7722149421332577517</id><published>2008-06-15T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:14:08.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clydesdales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIV_MSZhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3EFLhraLaU/s1600-h/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151686328641042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIV_MSZhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3EFLhraLaU/s200/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Clydesdales in their finery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIXCfZs_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0g1DAtJJv8U/s1600-h/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151704393987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIXCfZs_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0g1DAtJJv8U/s200/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIX-1WEKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nEnbUX12s_I/s1600-h/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151720592150690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIX-1WEKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nEnbUX12s_I/s200/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the crowds leave the horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eat and get some sleep - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are some hard working horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIY89OcSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H6Mb5Xs8wBY/s1600-h/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151737268203810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIY89OcSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H6Mb5Xs8wBY/s200/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my friend Sandy with John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7722149421332577517?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7722149421332577517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7722149421332577517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7722149421332577517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7722149421332577517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/clydesdales.html' title='Clydesdales'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFVIV_MSZhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/C3EFLhraLaU/s72-c/Clydesdales+June+13,+2208+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6087803990103670133</id><published>2008-06-13T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:23:38.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention today that I never posted an update on Andrew's class. Bad mom! Andrew absolutely loved his Movie and Robot Mania class. He made an autobiographical movie...each team member helped with individual videos, so Andrew's was shot by someone else and edited by him. He shot another child's movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the movie, they also made robots. I had no idea that Lego's made robot parts. Apparently they do, to the tune of $400 + for a starter set. Andrew had wanted to wait until he started the robot class to see if perhaps that was what he wanted for his birthday present, but he changed his mind when he found out the price. That's my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the robots - they made these robots, each day building on to the complexity of them, until finally they set them to music and made them dance. Andrew came in 3rd place in the robot competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Andrew had fun. He ate each day in the BCC cafeteria like the college kids; he made new friends; learned a lot of new things. I am supre proud of him. He did something new, and did it all by himself. Andrew is not the most self-confident boy, and he is pretty shy - plus some of his experiences in 4th grade have had a lasting impression on him and really did a lot of damage to his self worth. This was a huge step for him - and it paid off big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6087803990103670133?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6087803990103670133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6087803990103670133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6087803990103670133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6087803990103670133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-brought-to-my-attention-today.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1621834915152015767</id><published>2008-06-13T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:14:49.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3893d3df128f1b47" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3893d3df128f1b47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331185109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37651AEE946A0816A5621AB14B3D4F234A7836D6.6AC08E8CEEAA92A89DF248D50957F239DA559868%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3893d3df128f1b47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVAqOCnyJvdBzJ84KgoMzvyj9q34&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3893d3df128f1b47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331185109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37651AEE946A0816A5621AB14B3D4F234A7836D6.6AC08E8CEEAA92A89DF248D50957F239DA559868%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3893d3df128f1b47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVAqOCnyJvdBzJ84KgoMzvyj9q34&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew's video from his Movie and Robot Mania class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1621834915152015767?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3893d3df128f1b47&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1621834915152015767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1621834915152015767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1621834915152015767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1621834915152015767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrews-video-from-his-movie-and-robot.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4176892591487222168</id><published>2008-06-12T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:03:21.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got to do a zip line today that ran from the top of the EMS building to a BCC fire science truck...and they got to climb one of those built in ladders up to the roof. We went to do moulage at the EMS kids camp today and this was one of the events. We knew a couple of the guys running the zip line and one of them asked if they would like to do it. Of course they did! They had to wait &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHS-MnHGrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Paymg8O0hZE/s1600-h/Andrewzipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211178209823365810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHS-MnHGrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Paymg8O0hZE/s200/Andrewzipline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the campers to go through it, but it was well worth the wait. I am posting pictures of them - the pictures aren't the best - they looked good in my camera, but apparently it was so bright out, the pictures were quite bright. I should have asked if I could do it....&lt;br /&gt;The girls were already wanting to go to EMS kids camp next year, but this sealed the deal. Unfortunately they have to wait until they are entering the 5th grade. Andrew decided after doing the zip line that perhaps he would want to go to camp next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHUk8s5l6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bthFtowThpg/s1600-h/alexazipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211179975079204770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHUk8s5l6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bthFtowThpg/s200/alexazipline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHUk8s5l6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bthFtowThpg/s1600-h/alexazipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4176892591487222168?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4176892591487222168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4176892591487222168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4176892591487222168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4176892591487222168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-got-to-do-zip-line-today-that-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SFHS-MnHGrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Paymg8O0hZE/s72-c/Andrewzipline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7038303359593521594</id><published>2008-06-07T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:36:21.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving a baby bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr-kuapEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0P4VJx6mY2o/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209255825895919666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr-kuapEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0P4VJx6mY2o/s200/June+6,+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this is a photo of mama bird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Alexa and Hayley discovered a baby bird which had apparently been blown out of its nest. I picked it up using a wal-mart bag and went to get the extension ladder. I was going to have Alexa climb up the ladder - it was very, very windy and I figured I would rather have her fall off of the ladder and get hurt, as opposed to Hayley. When it's your kid that gets hurt you don't&lt;br /&gt;have to explain it to anyone. Alexa got scared and wouldn't climb the ladder. Who knew she would be scared of something? Anyway, Hayley climbed up the ladder. I told her to just gently dump the baby bird into the nest and bring the bag back down. Apparently she kinda freaked while she was up there - about 10 feet up - and dropped the bag and bird in the nest. She came back down and Alexa decided she would try to go up and get the bag. She got up there and freaked and wasn't able to get the bag; then Hayley tried again - same situation. I put the ladder away and we left because as Hayley was climbing down, the mama blue jay flew right at her to scare her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls went inside and I came back out to quietly watch to see if mama found her baby. She apparently couldn't quite find her - I think the bag was blocking the scent of the baby or scaring mama off or something....so......I drug the extension ladder back out. Let me insert here, that in addition to it being very windy, this is a tall skinny tree with no real branches against which to lean the ladder, and the ground is very uneven with no place to set it down. i had to be the one to hold the ladder because otherwise it wouldn't be stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls came back out and, I gave them an exam glove to handle the baby. Alexa tried again and freaked, then Hayley tried it. She swaggered up and demanded the glove and said she would handle it....all in typical Hayley fashion. Well she climbed up but she grabbed the entire bag, bird and all! Then she started climbing down. I told her to put the baby in the nest, she said she couldn't because she was freaking out, and continued downward. I yelled at her again, she kept moving down. Finally, I yelled at her in a rather mean voice and told her to go back up there and put the bird in there, and bring the bag down. Kind of the equivelent of a slap you would give someone who was hysterical. She did it and as soon as she was finished, she immediately stopped freaking out. I just hope the baby made it through the storms that followed that evening. I haven't seen it or mama since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7038303359593521594?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7038303359593521594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7038303359593521594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7038303359593521594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7038303359593521594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/saving-baby-bird.html' title='Saving a baby bird'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr-kuapEDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0P4VJx6mY2o/s72-c/June+6,+2008+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8990803513699216305</id><published>2008-06-07T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:15:20.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr6Hls5z9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/fGQTrg53IPs/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209250927293878226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr6Hls5z9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/fGQTrg53IPs/s200/June+6,+2008+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the mulberry tree I climbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was way up in these branches that you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8990803513699216305?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8990803513699216305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8990803513699216305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8990803513699216305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8990803513699216305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-mulberry-tree-i-climbed-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr6Hls5z9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/fGQTrg53IPs/s72-c/June+6,+2008+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7339742925179350574</id><published>2008-06-07T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:12:54.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5jX2kqNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bpE3wCCdKL4/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209250305101048018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5jX2kqNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bpE3wCCdKL4/s200/June+6,+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike mowing the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is something to be said for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who can pull off camo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while not actually hiding from the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7339742925179350574?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7339742925179350574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7339742925179350574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7339742925179350574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7339742925179350574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/mike-mowing-grass-there-is-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5jX2kqNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bpE3wCCdKL4/s72-c/June+6,+2008+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1844224304993301629</id><published>2008-06-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:10:15.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5DAH-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0KXzQDHWbqU/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209249748975767938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5DAH-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0KXzQDHWbqU/s200/June+6,+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5D2z-w2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/puDRvFDQY_A/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209249763655861090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5D2z-w2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/puDRvFDQY_A/s200/June+6,+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5ERnU90I/AAAAAAAAAE8/eVPBEyB_yg8/s1600-h/June+6,+2008+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209249770850547522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5ERnU90I/AAAAAAAAAE8/eVPBEyB_yg8/s200/June+6,+2008+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1844224304993301629?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1844224304993301629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1844224304993301629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1844224304993301629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1844224304993301629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrew-alexa.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SEr5DAH-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0KXzQDHWbqU/s72-c/June+6,+2008+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4404457326573940360</id><published>2008-06-07T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:21:24.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I love Saturdays.....they are my favorite day of the week. Usually there is no schedule and I love being able to do things when we want to do them. Like take a shower at 1p.m.....and then go out and climb a mulberry tree. Probably not my smartest move, but I didn't know before the shower that I would be climbing a tree. Let me tell you, if you ever want to feel young again - climb a tree. It was so much fun. I started out just picking the mulberries I could reach - then decided I should climb up the tree to see if I could reach some of those. I started out a little timid - it has been a number of years since I last climbed a tree, but it didn't take long until I got the hang of it. I went from being sure I had one foot firmly planted in the fork of branches before moving the other one, to swinging out on the limbs and doing one foot turn arounds. I felt graceful. I bet I looked like a hippopotamus dressed up in a tutu doing ballet....but that is not the point. I am looking forward to climbing the tree again when more mulberries are ripe. Or - better - having the kids climb the tree to get the berries. I am hoping that by seeing old mom  up in a tree will assure them that it is fun and safe...after all if I can do it they can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having all this fun climbing trees, Mike took the opportunity of a no rain day and mowed the grass. It probably would have been faster to bale it, but he mowed. I am attaching a photo - ladies control yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did their kid thing - splashed around in the pool. Even though our above ground pool is not that big, it sure comes in handy on hot summer days when we are hanging out at home (and if it were up to Mike that would be every day) and they can just play in there, and we can do our thing. After all, like I tell them, if you feel like you are drowning - stand up. With two of them in there, I don't worry. I don't let them go out by themselves, but I figure if one of them were to conk their head and go under, the other could pull them up - although there is little risk of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4404457326573940360?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4404457326573940360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4404457326573940360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4404457326573940360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4404457326573940360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1339254747328819792</id><published>2008-06-02T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:17:20.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SESL5268LzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/c3gP8TFmpFo/s1600-h/may+2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207440895258668850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SESL5268LzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/c3gP8TFmpFo/s200/may+2008+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Andrew....all ready to begin his first day at college! Even though it was just kids college...and he was coming home at the end of the day....it was really weird to drop Andrew off at college. It is basically like a day camp. Andrew is taking a robotics class and I am really proud of him. He signed up without any of his friends going or anything. He said he didn't care if his friends were there or not, he wanted to take the class. I never would have been able to do that, so I am really proud of him. It turns out he knows three kids in the class, so that was good. AND apparently the cafeteria food is better than my food. Huh. I guess we will see about that when he is living in a dorm and eating cafeteria food all of the time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he made a simple robot today with his group....it will be fun to see what he does throughout the week. Poor dad, he came home after Andrew had told both me and Sandy about his day and he just didn't have the energy to tell anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1339254747328819792?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1339254747328819792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1339254747328819792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1339254747328819792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1339254747328819792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/college-bound.html' title='College bound'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/SESL5268LzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/c3gP8TFmpFo/s72-c/may+2008+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6168647848868538865</id><published>2008-06-01T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:48:37.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is Andrew's birthday. I absolutely cannot believe that he is 11! And he is going to be a middle schooler next school year. The school system that we are a part of has 6th graders as middle schoolers. Unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to Granite City for his birthday. That is the restaurant he chose because they have a mussel and shrimp linguini dish that he likes. Hopefully we can find another restaurant around here that serves mussels so we can go somewhere else. (I don't like Granite City can you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he has had a nice birthday....if not anything fancy. Friday night both kids had friends over for a sleepover (it was the first weekend we could do Alexa's sleepover for her birthday). Today he has lounged around and tonight we grilled steaks and vegetable kabobs. And then we'll have ice cream cake for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Andrew will begin a weeklong class about movies and robots. He will learn how to make robots and then, I believe, they will make a movie using the robots. He is super excited about the class. I will have to post the details about it later - after he tells me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6168647848868538865?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6168647848868538865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6168647848868538865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6168647848868538865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6168647848868538865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrews-birthday.html' title='Andrew&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-213639709629460379</id><published>2008-05-26T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:57:24.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have resurfaced</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for 2 months, but I will try to keep it short and sweet! We are all doing fine - I have had a horrible sinusitis/bronchitis thing, but am starting to recover - I at least have my voice back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the last two months was spent with me studying. So, once we finished school - the kids finished on May 13th - we have been trying to catch up and get everything done that didn't get done while I was studying. You moms know what I'm talking about - if you don't do it, no one else will! I even suggested to Mike that the most perfect Mother's Day present would be if he and the kids cleaned house. He informed me I "was not his mother" and "he didn't have to do anything for me for Mother's Day, that was up to my children". Whatever. So, needless to say, they did not clean house for me on MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa turned 9 and Andrew is about to turn 11. I cannot believe it. We are going to have a joint "friend party" for them this weekend. Nothing big, but a sleepover, with all the junk food and noise that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids finished up soccer on Alexa's birthday. They played 3 on 3 soccer, which requires an excessive amount of running. They both have said they don't want to play it again, but want to play regular soccer in the fall. Alexa did great - she played up a couple of grades so that they could be on the same team ( that was for us, we just didn't have the time available to go to 4 soccer practices a week). She was quite tenacious and didn't let the bigger kids intimidate her. I think most of them were surprised that this little girl could get the ball from them. Andrew did much better than I thought he might. He doesn't like to run, I was surprised he even attempted it, but he really improved over the course of the season. The coach was super hard on him - it was his best friend's dad - and never said anything nice to him, but was quick with the criticism. He never high fived him when he came off the field - even though he did every other player. I was quite peeved by the time the season was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we start watching their "sister" for the summer. The kids have grown up with Hayley, (I started babysitting her when she was 2 months old) and she is more than a BFF, she is their sister. Alexa has been counting down the days to when Hayley comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is going to take a Movies and Robots class at the college. They will build robots, and then make movies. This is a class that is designed with him in mind. Those are the two things he is interested in. It is an all day class, for a week. He didn't even care that he wouldn't know anyone taking it, he wanted to take it that much. I am super proud of him. He rarely gets excited about anything and he is excited for this class to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa is going to take a rock climbing class; and another class to be decided later, at the college as well. Hayley gets to decide the other class they are going to take. Alexa is excited about her class, but Alexa gets excited about everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to post pictures later, they are all still on my camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-213639709629460379?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/213639709629460379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=213639709629460379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/213639709629460379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/213639709629460379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-resurfaced.html' title='I have resurfaced'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7202318904093188902</id><published>2008-03-23T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:06:39.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-Zxo35doSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hp8DGR_kC6c/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953368350007586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-Zxo35doSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hp8DGR_kC6c/s200/IMG_2733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful spring break. A much needed break. The only downside was I didn't get my car until Thursday. The shop had it for almost 2 weeks. Crazy. Hayley came over on the first Wednesday night and spent the night...Andrew spent the night with Cory. The kids ended up seeing Hayley at least 5 days. Andrew saw Cory twice. Not bad at all. We went to the zoo, the kids thought this sheep looked like an overgrown Scamp. We went the the lake, where we had a picnic and raced remote control boats. We helped paint at Hayley's and painted our living room, dining room and kitchen. The kids got to play outside almost every day. In fact, when we went to the lake, they even got a bit of a sunburn. Oops...bad mom....didn't even think about sunscreen. All in all, a very restorative, relaxing spring break. All the benefits of going away without the expense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-ZvYH5doPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1BuZI_Cy2wE/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950881563943154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-ZvYH5doPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1BuZI_Cy2wE/s200/IMG_2901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexa, Christine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-ZvX35doOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D0YFoR42haY/s1600-h/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950877268975842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-ZvX35doOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D0YFoR42haY/s200/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew, Cory racing rc boats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7202318904093188902?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7202318904093188902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7202318904093188902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7202318904093188902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7202318904093188902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring break'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R-Zxo35doSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hp8DGR_kC6c/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8518591485453600634</id><published>2008-03-13T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:25:31.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation</title><content type='html'>Or should it be titled the month of "c's"? That's not very good either. It has been a stressful 2008 so far, as you may have determined from previous posts. I haven't posted in a while because of C number one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER - I fried my laptop. The CAT was climbing on the back of the sofa and I was afraid she was going to spill my CUP of tea, so I reached back to move it....promptly spilling it under the COMPUTER. Under it, mind you, not on the keyboard. I immediately lifted it up, hardly anything even drained out of it, but as I was moving it, it started (it had been in sleep mode) and shorted out the power switch. I guess another C fits in there - CLUMSY (is that how it is spelled?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BY THE WAY - PLEASE SEND ME EMAIL ADDRESSES - I NO LONGER HAVE ANYONE'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;CLOG - The kitchen sink has been clogged for a year (off and on) and pretty bad for a couple of months. We (Mike) have poured so many CHEMICALS down the sink. CHEMICALS that specifically say do not use in garbage disposers or septic tanks......oops. So we (Mike) probably have destroyed those two things that cost a fortune to repair. Septic tanks are around $9000, I think. I just finished washing dishes in the bathtub. Some I washed more than once, because I dropped the dishes on the way to the kitchen to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR - My car is in the shop. I have had trouble with it since we bought it. It dies at stopsigns (when the a/c is running); it doesn't go over 15 mph the first 10 minutes when it is cold; and the starter is going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS - This isn't really a problem, but it is stressful. I have been attempting to memorize, not only all the bones in the body, but the parts of the bone - each little bump, indention, flat place, etc. Then there is the kids' classes - they have become increasingly less willing to do their schoolwork. I think being COOPED up inside for the long COLD winter has us all wanting to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASH  - Or more specifically, the lack thereof. Mostly because of the aforementioned problems and the high COST of gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALGON - Take me away. Maybe to CORPUS CHRISTI to hang out with Ericca?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8518591485453600634?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8518591485453600634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8518591485453600634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8518591485453600634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8518591485453600634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4937940177050637930</id><published>2008-02-24T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:02:20.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IvizKn__I/AAAAAAAAAD0/GWqbTJh6eO8/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170747597071581170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IvizKn__I/AAAAAAAAAD0/GWqbTJh6eO8/s200/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday girl....mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170745904854466498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IuATKn_8I/AAAAAAAAADc/_4uty3A_ytI/s200/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew and Shaun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8It_DKn_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/OuMXQjUT0wQ/s1600-h/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170745883379630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8It_DKn_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/OuMXQjUT0wQ/s200/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and Alexa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IuCzKn_-I/AAAAAAAAADs/76S2OtaBs-0/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170745947804139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IuCzKn_-I/AAAAAAAAADs/76S2OtaBs-0/s200/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4937940177050637930?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4937940177050637930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4937940177050637930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4937940177050637930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4937940177050637930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8IvizKn__I/AAAAAAAAAD0/GWqbTJh6eO8/s72-c/IMG_2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4236454765020789532</id><published>2008-02-24T20:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:47:34.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8Ir-DKn_6I/AAAAAAAAADM/4vaLXOeR9KI/s1600-h/February+2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170743667176505250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8Ir-DKn_6I/AAAAAAAAADM/4vaLXOeR9KI/s320/February+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Joe, John, Mike and Andrew playing Dungeons and Dragons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I met Mike, I didn't think anyone outside of the1980's played this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4236454765020789532?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4236454765020789532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4236454765020789532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4236454765020789532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4236454765020789532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-joe-john-mike-and-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R8Ir-DKn_6I/AAAAAAAAADM/4vaLXOeR9KI/s72-c/February+2008+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-7651064137378586401</id><published>2008-02-24T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:43:48.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it has been two weeks since I posted anything. All I can say is Anatomy and Physiology! Oh yeah, and Algebra for Dummies. Seriously, what was I thinkin...thinkin I could take my very worst subject online. I highly recommend taking Algebra in a classroom, not online. I will try to do the Reader's Digest version of the last two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew and Alexa: schoolwork, playing, playing on their computers.....the norm. We did go see the practice performance of the play that the high school put on. Very cute. It was something about Trixie the teenage detective....a spoof of Nancy Drew. The kids and I all enjoyed it and it was something different to do during the day.....a little "culture". Alexa got to go over to her friend Brooklynn's house. She has never been over there so that was big fun for her. Andrew sees his best friend, Cory, once a week, typically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mike: this is from before this week, but he got all O's on his performance evaluation. O is the highest you can get. The only bad thing his boss had to say about him was he works too hard. He does the work of two people, never takes a lunch. He is going to burn out soon! Of course, he comes home in the loveliest of moods.....HA!! At least now I have a partner in trying to get him to chill out a little. Satin, his office partner, gripes at him to take a lunch, slow down, etc.... the same things I have been telling him at home. Hopefully with enough of us griping at him.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Anatomy and Physiology, Algebra, work, school, the kids, housework, meals, repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of us: We had mom, dad, and Shaun out last Saturday for mom's birthday. We had lots of munchies and played Attack Uno and Mexican Train Dominoes. It was fun. Even Andrew played games with us and had fun and he never has fun playing games, unless it is computer games or ADD. Speaking of ADD, I snuck a photo of Andrew with the GEEKS playing Dungeons and Dragons. The guys had their monthly get together two weeks ago.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-7651064137378586401?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7651064137378586401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=7651064137378586401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7651064137378586401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/7651064137378586401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-it-has-been-two-weeks-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1672506281784601488</id><published>2008-02-11T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:51:24.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New family member</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R7Dr4jKn_2I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkZHVA3IL3w/s1600-h/February+2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165888129338965858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R7Dr4jKn_2I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkZHVA3IL3w/s320/February+2008+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Maggie. Unfortunately this is one of the best pictures (2 more pics at bottom) I can get of her at this point because she is scared of the camera. And the kitten, and the other dogs, and of stairs, the basement, being alone, and I am sure a host of other things. Good thing we don't need her as a guard dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being something that happened here, there is a story to how we got Maggie. Mike's office partner, Satin, sent me pictures of these 2 dogs that were about to be put down at the Humane Society. They were adorable, but I figured there was no way Mike was paying for dogs. Plus just days earlier I had said I didn't want any more big dogs. The next day, Wednesday, my friend, Monica called me to tell me what a dork Mike was. Duh. He was in her office helping her with computer stuff. We got to talking and started teasing Mike that I had bought the dogs. Apparently it continued after we got off the phone, with her telling others that came in her office that we had gotten these dogs. Mike went back to his office, told Satin and she totally played along. Later, Mike called me to ask me about the dogs and to tell me he transferred money to the checking account (so the check I wrote for the dogs wouldn't bounce). I couldn't help it, I started laughing and laughing. I didn't know all of this had been going on or I would have played along. Oh well. Mike had gotten used to the idea of the dogs, so I sent him the picturese of the, he liked the way they looked and went to the Humane Society website. Meanwhile, the girlfriend of his friend, John, called the HS to tell them we were interested. Kimberly volunteers there and they were closed on Wednesday, so she left a message for them. Mike went on Thursday, to do the paperwork and look at the dogs. He told them he would be back on Friday around noon to pick them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Kimberly went and told them that we wanted the dogs, Mike went down around noon, but they had sold the other dog out from under us. He and Maggie had been together for 5 years (their original owner died). This really made me irritated because both Mike and Kimberly had told them we wanted both dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we just have Maggie. She is super sad. You can tell that she misses Lincoln and is scared that we are going to take her back to the HS. (they had been adopted shortly before we adopted her, but that person brought them back saying they were aggressive to small animals...cats, rabbits, etc. and that they ran horses) Maggie is the least aggressive animal I have ever seen. Like I said she is scared of everything. But she is so sweet and we love her already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165888949677719410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R7DsoTKn_3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aXmi6FtLM-s/s320/February+2008+079.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165888966857588610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R7DspTKn_4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iXQz1Gegydk/s320/February+2008+096.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1672506281784601488?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1672506281784601488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1672506281784601488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1672506281784601488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1672506281784601488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-family-member.html' title='New family member'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R7Dr4jKn_2I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkZHVA3IL3w/s72-c/February+2008+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2168676732172601164</id><published>2008-02-06T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:59:15.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All the beasts enjoying the weather on Monday, Jan.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlHgDeDdI/AAAAAAAAACM/M1KN5bXTZH4/s1600-h/February+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910364783316434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlHgDeDdI/AAAAAAAAACM/M1KN5bXTZH4/s320/February+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spirt and Sequoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlLQDeDeI/AAAAAAAAACU/xKqPAko6gLw/s1600-h/February+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910429207825890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlLQDeDeI/AAAAAAAAACU/xKqPAko6gLw/s320/February+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlQADeDfI/AAAAAAAAACc/tWs1rw6cZxE/s1600-h/February+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910510812204530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlQADeDfI/AAAAAAAAACc/tWs1rw6cZxE/s320/February+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thunder - he usually only runs when chasing after cars - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shows how much he was loving the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nkEQDeDcI/AAAAAAAAACE/sYc1OrKYXqc/s1600-h/February+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163909209437113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nkEQDeDcI/AAAAAAAAACE/sYc1OrKYXqc/s320/February+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa and Andrew - the wildest beasties of them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2168676732172601164?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2168676732172601164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2168676732172601164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2168676732172601164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2168676732172601164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-beasts-enjoying-weather-on-monday.html' title='All the beasts enjoying the weather on Monday, Jan.4'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6nlHgDeDdI/AAAAAAAAACM/M1KN5bXTZH4/s72-c/February+2008+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2505254412441009659</id><published>2008-02-06T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:42:47.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Flamingos are way too normal......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6njMgDeDbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iEba8DCICUI/s1600-h/February+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163908251659406770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6njMgDeDbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iEba8DCICUI/s320/February+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a different kind of lawn art...one that speaks about us, what we do, where we are, how white-trash we really are....therefore, I am going with the new "real size" bus lawn art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where my bus ended up after numerous attempts to get out of the driveway yesterday morning. Being me, ahem, I thought perhaps I could pull up and try to turn around and get out of the driveway nose first....that worked out nicely. The bus got stuck at the west end of the driveway that goes out to the pasture. And in the yard. Of course all this was happening in the dark, in the rain.... After I realized I wasn't going to be going anywhere, I ran out of the bus, dialing the bus barn....and bolted across the yard to my freezing cold car to head up to the bus barn to get my bus. This one is actually a "rental"....mine was getting worked on at the time. One of the girls that I work with was sweet enough to start my bus for me. I ended up only being 11 minutes late on my route. That's not too bad. Another girl that I work with got stuck in the mud while running her route. This photo is of our driveway going out to the road......the driveway is so swampy.....we may have 'gators!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6neeADeDYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hux5_7VVdOI/s1600-h/February+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163903054748978562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6neeADeDYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hux5_7VVdOI/s320/February+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rest of my life is so boring I can only post when something happens that is funny and fits in with how things usually go around here. Fortunately that happens pretty frequently. Actually, I tend to forget to post. I think I am going to then life happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday, and wasn't it gorgeous?, we went over to my friend Juanita's house to play dominoes. This is not your grandpa's dominoes that we play. This is cutthroat dominoes. I think it is called Mexican Train Dominoes, though I'm not sure why. It is so much fun. We used to play weekly, but I think this was only the 3rd or 4th time all year long. I miss it, it is very therapeutic to play and get to hang out with friends. Since it was so nice, the kids all got to play outside. YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2505254412441009659?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2505254412441009659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2505254412441009659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2505254412441009659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2505254412441009659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/pink-flamingos-are-way-too-normal.html' title='Pink Flamingos are way too normal......'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R6njMgDeDbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iEba8DCICUI/s72-c/February+2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-9030714436301989193</id><published>2008-01-28T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:57:35.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far, today has been the day from you know where. First, I don't feel well...the whole gambit of stomach problems, seriously, I could throw up at any given moment. Second, it's Monday. Third, apparently I can't type today either because I keep making errors, plus this is my second attempt because I was almost finished and somehow the whole thing just disappeared. So here I am trying to post my delightful morning....because almost all my troubles this morning happened early. ANYWAY....I go out this morning to start my bus, and smell the familiar smell of cat urine. Great. I figure one of the cats has sprayed my bus. Nope. They peed inside the bus. I realize this as I am beginning my route and the smell doesn't go away. Worse....I get to the middle school in Benton (we're talking about an 1 1/4 - 1 1/2 hours later), I get up, walk the bus to make sure there isn't anything or anyone left on; go to sit back in my seat and realize I had been sitting on cat poop the entire time. Fortunately, it was dried and wasn't very much, but STILL! Then I wash my bus, where it takes me over an hour to then get the wash bay cleaned out because of all of the mud that came off the bottom of my bus. Finally, I arrive home about 9:30 to find the rabbit's cage knocked over. It is one of those big ones that sit up on legs and has a hinged lid. Not only is it knocked over it is in about 5 pieces. Her ceramic food bowl, also broken. Shredded newspaper, hay and rabbit food are flying everywhere. I think the only reason Licorice was still in her cage was she was in shock. So I tried to set the cage back up, not realing at that time how many pieces it was in and of course it fell right back over. Licorice is now down in the basement in a little cage. Poor traumatized bunny. My clothes are in the washer, I am in my yummy bathrobe waiting for the kids to finish schoolwork so I can take my 2nd shower for the day. I sure hope the day gets better..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-9030714436301989193?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9030714436301989193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=9030714436301989193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9030714436301989193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9030714436301989193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-far-today-has-been-day-from-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-1539526706504776650</id><published>2008-01-25T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:59:50.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A moment in the life of my little homeschoolers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogvQDeDTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qRKyR1uC-y4/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472319241784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogvQDeDTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qRKyR1uC-y4/s320/IMG_2562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexa working hard on her grammar and spelling pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogwwDeDUI/AAAAAAAAABE/QSFnlTE-jm8/s1600-h/IMG_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472345011588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogwwDeDUI/AAAAAAAAABE/QSFnlTE-jm8/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "oh, there's a camera, I must stop what I am doing and pose" look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogygDeDVI/AAAAAAAAABM/hjOV2SN_JIM/s1600-h/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472375076359506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogygDeDVI/AAAAAAAAABM/hjOV2SN_JIM/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew, working hard on his grammar and spelling pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5og0ADeDWI/AAAAAAAAABU/vMq-dHtWlVo/s1600-h/IMG_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472400846163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5og0ADeDWI/AAAAAAAAABU/vMq-dHtWlVo/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he just started acting goofy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought I would snap a couple of photos real quick while the kidsd were working on their schoolwork. It occured to me that since they have been homeschooled, I don't have near the photos of them as I would have if they were in school. Sounds backward, doesn't it? When it warms up we'll do some trips and there will be more photos. Right now, they usually do one subject a day. They tend to work better like that, rather then separate each of the subjects out into daily assignments. I think they like knowing that they are finished with math for the week, once they do it. I can understand that. As long as they are learning, I don't think it matters much. I have noticed that they are getting that "learning how to learn" thing down. That is one of the things that homeschooling advocates talk about and how homeschoolers are taught that more than kids in public school. They are getting better about finding the answers to questions that they have. The computer is great for that. Andrew is a big George Lucas fan and can find out all kinds of info about him and some of his other heros like Theodore Roosevelt, and one of the other presidents whose name I cannot recall right now. Mike does a math game with them every night to help them memorize those multiplication facts. They run through the flashcards; then he turns it into a competition. The loser has to go through as many flashcards again, as what he lost by. Make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, yesterday we went to the library for them to pick out their January books. They can read and earn free pizza from Pizza Hut, just like the Wichita Public School kids. I forgot to take the camera, so once again, no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-1539526706504776650?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1539526706504776650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=1539526706504776650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1539526706504776650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/1539526706504776650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/alexa-working-hard-on-her-grammar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R5ogvQDeDTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qRKyR1uC-y4/s72-c/IMG_2562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6462759127475085453</id><published>2008-01-21T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:18:02.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to start off as Ms. Cranky-pants, but can I take a moment to mention how very much I detest winter? With a passion I hate it, it makes me, well, Ms. Cranky-pants. I find it very difficult to even get up in the morning, let alone do anything productive. Now, I hear it is supposed to be extremely cold all week, with wind chills up to -10 below. Is that an oxymoron? Up to -10 below? Sounds weird anyway. Al Gore, with his global warming threats can kiss my big, hairy butt. Show me the warming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm better now. Tomorrow is back to school for me. I am taking Anatomy and Physiology I, having taken A&amp;amp;P II this last semester; and Intermediate Algebra with Review (for Dummies). The A&amp;amp;P, not a problem. I passed part II with an A; and very little studying the 2nd 9 weeks; and I hear that I is much easier. A&amp;amp;P I is more anatomy...shoot, everyone knows that stuff ~ not a prob. However, the Intermediate Algebra with Review (for Dummies) that will be more of a problem. Not only am I really, really bad at algebra, I am bad at it because I simply don't see the point and could care less about learning it. However, it does fulfill my one math requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll see how that goes. I took a good look at Intermediate Algebra (which I was signed up for) yesterday, and changed to the one with review. Did NOT understand a bit of it. Mike could do the work for me, it is an online class, but I doubt that they will let him take the final for me...it's in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are slightly ill. Alexa, I think is more sick because Andrew is. Heaven forbid I say, "wow, Andrew, that is some cough you have" and Alexa not have one as well. "&lt;cough,&gt;, I have a cough, too, mommy, isn't mine bad?" Grief. I know she has a little bit of a cold, but not neat what she is making it out to be. Andrew, on the other hand, is keeping me awake all night with his hacking. For some reason, he isn't quite grasping the idea that if your nose is running, you blow it, wipe it, whatever. He just lets it run down his face until I say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to a Crime Scene Preservation class, very interesting. Now I know what not to do. Actually, I think most of it was common sense; and I don't think any of it was stuff I didn't know. I think the class that the dude taught us, was the same one that they use for the Butler County Sheriff's Departments, so it was full of crime scene photos. That was the interesting part. My friend, Sandy, said that she couldn't look at a couple of them, but me, I was looking at all of them. Warped and twisted, that's me. I guess we'll see how I do when I get my degree and those bodies are up close and personal, not just photos. My guess is, initially, not as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to post more than once a week or so, so that I don't write as much. Will try to do better with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6462759127475085453?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6462759127475085453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6462759127475085453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6462759127475085453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6462759127475085453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-to-start-off-as-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-6292789616798458155</id><published>2008-01-14T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:39:34.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v_FGcDu2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWy5erZyAP0/s1600-h/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155494661548391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v_FGcDu2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWy5erZyAP0/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tori and Alexa - They really are that close in height, despite the 6.5 year difference....and I thought Alexa was short. (No offense Tori!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-6292789616798458155?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6292789616798458155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=6292789616798458155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6292789616798458155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/6292789616798458155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/tori-and-alexa-they-really-are-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v_FGcDu2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWy5erZyAP0/s72-c/IMG_2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-2649120654286655987</id><published>2008-01-14T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:29:50.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to LaKeisha's first birthday party. LaKeisha is my cousin's baby, but since there is a significant age difference, I just call her my niece......incorrect, but much easier. Regardless of what "title" I give her, I think she is just the cutest. She actually looks almost exactly like her momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how quickly they grow. When I saw her at Thanksgiving, she was walking, but not far and not very well....now she just moves! What a little doll-baby she is, we just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nieces, the weekend before this one, I saw my niece, Tori. Another doll-baby. Although she probably wouldn't appreciate that at all, being a teenager and all. I am posting a picture of Tori and Alexa. Alexa and I went and picked Tori up and took her to lunch and then out for ice cream. We made a brief stop by Tommy's house, but he was getting ready for work; had just woken up; so I didn't take a picture of him. Next time I will. He has gotten so grown up as well. He is living in his own house, which is unbelievable to me. It seems like just yesterday he was toddling around. He is also a cutey, I will definitely have to take photos next time I see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-2649120654286655987?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2649120654286655987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=2649120654286655987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2649120654286655987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/2649120654286655987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-saturday-we-went-to-lakeishas-first.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8408000840445305094</id><published>2008-01-14T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:20:46.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7n2cDu1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HaEaUTxTc1I/s1600-h/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155490860502334290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7n2cDu1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HaEaUTxTc1I/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LaKeisha, covered in cake and icing, but still adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8408000840445305094?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8408000840445305094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8408000840445305094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8408000840445305094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8408000840445305094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/lakeisha-covered-in-cake-and-icing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7n2cDu1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HaEaUTxTc1I/s72-c/IMG_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-9184700586320580808</id><published>2008-01-14T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:16:03.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaKeisha enjoying her first birthday cake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7AmcDu0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cvaJuRGcC6s/s1600-h/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155490186192468802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7AmcDu0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cvaJuRGcC6s/s320/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-9184700586320580808?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9184700586320580808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=9184700586320580808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9184700586320580808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/9184700586320580808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4v7AmcDu0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cvaJuRGcC6s/s72-c/IMG_2558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4786108307951303444</id><published>2008-01-10T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:36:45.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BY THE WAY....... A BIG, HUGE THANK YOU to JANETTE!!!! I am, for some unknown reason, unable to upload photos to my blog, so she did these. Hopefully you can see them, I can't. I think it is a picture of Alexa and Hayley with the black eyes, bloody lips, and bruised arms that I gave them............with makeup, of course. And a picture of the peacocks in their free days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4786108307951303444?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4786108307951303444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4786108307951303444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4786108307951303444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4786108307951303444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-4241781768642960319</id><published>2008-01-10T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:34:08.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it won't be funny to anyone else, maybe you had to experience it, but for the last hour, the kids and I have been trying to capture 4 peacocks. And a turkey. The turkey basically just followed us into the chicken house, so that doesn't really count..... Anyway, the plan had been to let the peacocks out in "their" side of the garden during the day and put them back into the chicken house. That worked for exactly one day. Day two, after an hour or more, I gave up and just decided they would either survive up in the stinkin' (literally and figuratively) cedar trees or they wouldn't. Well, last weekend we lost one. I don't know if he ended up as something's dinner or if he just wanted to be free. Or it could be that he just couldn't take being the 5th wheel anymore. We had 3 males and 2 females....now we have 2 pairs. What does that trump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the peacocks keep jumping from the cedar trees from their side of the garden to the garden side of the garden. Problem is, the cedar trees are super thick on that side and it is so hard to get them back over on their side. I decided to keep them from escaping, I would just keep them in the chicken house with no priveleges for a month or so. That way, hopefully, they will be more used to me and won't run off this summer when I will let them free range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part starts with the fact that it is a swamp in our garden area. Mike rototilled this fall, which is a good thing, but it makes for boggy conditions. Andrew got stuck in the mud - twice - clear up to the top of his mud boots, which hit him at the knee. I had to pull him out, he stood on one foot, while I pulled the other boot out of the mud. Then I got stuck and fell over. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got three of the little buggers rounded up fairly quickly - read about 20 minutes - but that last one took forever. He is a smart little guy and just kept running back into the cedars. I am quite sure that we were a sight to behold. Alexa kept making these "caw" ing noises and flapping around. Andrew, well, he did his Andrew thing and beat a stick in the trees and occasionally made a scream. I yelled out directions of where the peacock was and what we should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were triumphant and the peacocks are all in the chicken house....fowl house?....foul house?? We have now tracked mud all over the deck, garage, and maybe a little into the house. Not to mention bringing in a bunch of those little oval sticker things that do not let go. Then I started making lunch....grilled cheese and tomato soup....and dumped the can of soup into the skillet instead of the pan.....the fun never ends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is in his room now continuing the chase...but this time trying to get Licorice, the bunny, out of his room. She is a chewer and has already chewed through his Nintendo DS charger in many places. I tell the kids to keep their doors closed when Licorice is out, but they don't listen.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just some of the fun that all you city people miss. Life in the country....you just can't beat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-4241781768642960319?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4241781768642960319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=4241781768642960319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4241781768642960319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/4241781768642960319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-it-wont-be-funny-to-anyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-3487001484297610609</id><published>2008-01-07T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:38:41.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjXWcDuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hwikbAuJUyE/s1600-h/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152790176476674834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjXWcDuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hwikbAuJUyE/s320/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjYmcDuyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yp4W40SebsQ/s1600-h/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152790197951511330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjYmcDuyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yp4W40SebsQ/s320/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjaWcDuzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nRLOVQ3Mj4Y/s1600-h/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152790228016282418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjaWcDuzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nRLOVQ3Mj4Y/s320/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-3487001484297610609?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3487001484297610609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=3487001484297610609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3487001484297610609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/3487001484297610609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixTn6IZEPXU/R4JjXWcDuxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hwikbAuJUyE/s72-c/moulage+and+peacocks+january+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-8216216470767947156</id><published>2008-01-03T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:32:57.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have given up trying to upload photos. I was going to wait to do a blog until I got the photos up that I wanted, but each time I try I get an error, so just words for now. Ugh. It was extremely difficult to get up and go to work this morning. I have been off since December 20th. I was really enjoying the "life of luxury" okay, maybe not so much luxury as laziness. I was staying up late, sleeping late...so very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the kids and I went to moulage a movie that the Butler Youth Leadership group is doing. I went a few days before and did a "gunshot wound" which looked really awesome. While we were waiting for the high school kids to decide what kind of wounds they wanted us to give them (turns out a black eye and bloody lip, not much at all, darn.) I gave Hayley and Alexa each a black eye, big bruise on their arm and a bloody lip. Alexa was my first victim, and hers looked okay, but Hayley's really looked like she had been punched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe I should explain all of that...I do moulage (make up bruises, bullet wounds, cuts, scrapes, impalements, etc.) for Butler County Community Emergency Response Team (CERT) of which I am a part. Sometimes other organizations want us to do moulage for them. It is so much fun. I am just a beginner at it and am looking forward to doing a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can figure out how to get some pictures on here. I would love to show the pictures of Alexa and Hayley and maybe of my new peacocks as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-8216216470767947156?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8216216470767947156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=8216216470767947156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8216216470767947156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/8216216470767947156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-given-up-trying-to-upload-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747364435783859329.post-306958377360991716</id><published>2008-01-01T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:11:19.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I've decided to go ahead and give this blog thing a whirl. I am totally bored and thought this would be the thing to do. The kids are spending the night with their friend, Mike is at work, it is officially 2008 and I have rung it in all by myself, creating a blog. How pathetic is that? It was actually either this or clean out the closet and even I am not that bad. I could just see it: "so how did you ring in the new year?" "oh, I cleaned out the closet." Not that "creating a blog" sounds any better, but oh well. I am placing all of the blame with Janette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am going to close this and see what happens next. If it all works out fine, I will upload some photos and try to make this more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747364435783859329-306958377360991716?l=oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/306958377360991716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747364435783859329&amp;postID=306958377360991716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/306958377360991716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747364435783859329/posts/default/306958377360991716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmikeleibersfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>LL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
